Ebonypaw's Moonstone Journey

"Ebonypaw," a rough voice called into the apprentice's den. "It's your time time to journey to the Moonstone." Spinestalker sat just outside the entrance, hard blue eyes watching for the cat he'd called for. "Swiftstream is otherwise preoccupied, so I will be escorting you to Highstones." The tom waited to hear the apprentice follow him before he set off for Highstones.

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"This is the Mothermouth," Spinestalker meowed, indicating the gaping cavern ahead of them with his ears. "Stay close to me, there are branches in the path and you do not want to get lost." With that, he headed into the darkness of the caves, following the path on muscle memory alone, ducking into the right tunnel at the large split. Time seemed to pass without any real measure as they traveled further and further into the earth, but in time the Moonstone's light reached their eyes, and the tunnel opened up into the huge cavern that possessed the large, glowing stone.

"Touch your nose to the stone when you are ready to visit StarClan," the huge tom meowed. "I will be here when you awake."

Ebonypaw lifted her head from her nest with a yawn, needing to blink repeatedly to fully wake up. Oh…right, his trip to the Moonstane was that day! She got up and stretched, feeling a couple bones pop into place, finally shaking her head and giving herself a quick groom to keep her fur from getting all messy and tangled, all while attempting to fully wake up.

Once she was ready she quickly made her way out of the apprentice’s den, excitement starting to boil in her chest…when she realized she had to eat the herbs for the trip…oh joy…




Even with her apparently never-ending energy, Ebonypaw had to admit that her trip to Highstones was a bit longer than she expected it to be. Now, she wasn’t that tired, her clan was the closest of them all after all, but she had to admit that walking on the hard stones that made up most of the terrain when she was so used to the soft soil and long grass of the moors wasn’t exactly kind on her paws…at all.

And yet, she tried to shrug it off and act like it didn’t bother her at all. She was more than ready to meet these mysterious cats from the stars. Everyone that came back from their trips always had amazing tales to tell and soon she was going to have her own!

When she stepped into the Mothermouth…it was a strange sensation, to say the least. It was strange to be submerged in total darkness, her whiskers and the older cat’s steps her only guide, the damp and somewhat heavy air of the tunnels filling her lungs…but she didn’t feel scared. Part of her felt strangely comforted by this feeling. So odd…she couldn’t exactly put it into words…

However, she had to close her eyes as soon as they reached the large cavern with the Moonstone in it, its light blinding her for a couple seconds. As she allowed her vision to recover, she listened to Spinestalker’s words…press her nose against the rock? Sounded easy enough.

When she finally recovered enough vision to know where she was going at all, she approached the stone, ears lowering a bit as she laid down before it, closing her eyes again as she approached her face to the stone and felt the cold surface making contact with her nose. The feeling didn’t last too long, though as she soon feel into a deep sleep.




Ebonypaw’s eyes slowly opened, her head rising as she found herself in the moors again…the long blades of golden grass swaying gently on the breeze, inviting her to frolic and run. The starry night above her so comforting, the air itself filled with all kinds of soothing aromas, most of which she had trouble to identify yet felt so familiar in a way…

The warm breeze of the StarClan moors gently filtered through Ebonypaw's fur, bringing with it a collection of glittering stars that collected into a brown tabby she-cat. The graceful cat carried herself with long striped legs, and piercing golden eyes met those of Ebonypaw curiously. "Greetings, Ebonypaw," the cat meowed, coming to a stop just in front of the apprentice, whiskers nearly touching. "I am Windstar." She sat, towering almost a full head above the apprentice, wrapping her tail around her paws. Windstar tilted her head, regarding Ebonypaw's strong build with interest. "You will make an interesting warrior for WindClan, that is for sure." Windstar blinked, turning to look out over the moors. "There is more to our lands than meets the eye, as many of your clanmates would vouch," she said, looking back to Ebonypaw with a twinkle in her eye. "But I think you'll find that they don't know the half of it." Windstar smirked mischievously before a strong headwind blew into Ebonypaw's face, forcing her eyes shut. All that laid before her when her eyes reopened was the Moonstone.