May's Medicine Cat Meeting [2020]

Blackclaw was taking Ravenpaw to the moonstone as it was time for the medicine cats to finally meet for the first of many meetings. As he padded the familiar route to mothermouth he smiled in remembrance as the last time he was there was when Ravenpaw had her ceremony. Blackclaw arrived early and was the first cat there so as the sun was still low in the sky, He sat down to wait for the others.

Flashpaw made her way to Mothermouth, her paws shaky. She was still so young, and felt like she was so unexperienced, and now she was on her own. She didn't even have her full name yet! Her eyes were haunted, and she didn't want to tell the others that Logleap was no longer ThunderClan's medicine cat.

As she drew nearer, she noticed that while she was still early, she wasn't the first to arrive. She dipped her head to Blackclaw, taking a seat.

"Good evening, Blackclaw."

Ravenpaw followed Blackclaw to Highstones, slightly nervous. She was just made medicine cat apprentice about a moon ago, and she really didn’t know any more other medicine cats. Her black pelt shone slightly purple under the moonlight, her eyes shining in the dark. Another medicine cat apprentice greeted Blackclaw, and she nodded.

OOC: I believe since Adder's ceremony happened on the 15th, and Adder was chosen before then, Maple is allowed to join this, correct me if I'm wrong, though.

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Softcloud hurried across the moor, confident and sure of her paws as she raced across the moor. "Hurry up, Adder!" She called over her shoulder, glancing to see if her new apprentice was following. Up ahead, she saw two familiar pelts; Flashpaw and Blackclaw. There was another cat, unfamiliar to her, but she didn't have time to think about that because, with a shock, she noticed Logleap was not there. She meowed a greeting, paws quivering. "Hi, Black! Hi, Flash!"

Heart pounding she bounded forward with the speed of a WindClan cat, as she was, and gave Flashpaw a worried glance. "Flash? Where's Log? Er- uhm, Logleap?" She asked, concern choking her voice. Please let him be okay, please let him be okay..

Softcloud had thoroughly liked the odd tom. He was quiet, but friendly. He only called half of a cat's name, most times, mainly for his friends, and she'd made a habit of referring to the other medicine cats the same way.