Recent content by Moonbeam

Moonbeam had stayed by Lichenstar as her leader, a cat she had grown to love as family in some way had breathed her last breath died before her. She had watched as the last breath leave her body, as the star-blessed life was returned to StarClan, whisked away carefully led away by Brookstorm...

Eyes search the other, gaze wondering where her leader's mind was at in that moment when she found out that one other knew her secret, that one other knew of the last life that was bestowed upon her was seemingly soon over, rattling ever so carefully out of her chest with every breath, pained...

She watches as inhalation signals an attempt at a drink, ears pricking as eyes flick between feline and ball of moss sadly for just a moment before wheezing name spill from star-blessed tongue, and it takes so much strength from Lichenstar to speak the words of confession that she does, even...

It was difficult to make excuses to those surrounding as to why cats could not see Lichenstar, why cats could not see Moonbeam. Robinheart was competant - she was doing well in her trainings and the medicine cat was proud of this - but she knew that there were many within the clan that would...

Alder bark was one of Moonbeam's favorite things to collect, especially with the apprentices of the clan. Not only was it one of the first things she had gone out to collect with Ravensong but it had been the first thing she had taken apprentices out to collect when she had been on her own once...

Eyes would watch as Fawnpaw was officially announced under StarClan's blessing as the apprentice to Fireflyglow, as he agreed to the mantle that some sought out and some saw as a plague to stay far, far away from. She offered a smile to the other, a warm congratulations leaving her lips soon...

She moves beside Robinheart, hopeful that this meeting will move along better than the last with less new faces and less bad news, slightly less bad blood as more time had passed between battles. She sits quietly as cats move into highstones, eyes watching as she recognizes faces before they...

Though she did not speak it into the camp, Moonbeam was not blind to the struggles of the clan outside of her den, she could see the way the ribs poked through her clanmates sides as leafbare passed on despite their success at the sunningrocks battle, could feel the tensions rise as bellies...

It feels like forever since Moonbeam's paws had walked the well-trod path to the moonstone, though it is not done alone as it usually is this time it is done with familiarity and as the pale moggie weaves through the familiar tunnel that leads to the center of the cave where all the medicine...

The gathering of the clans was meant to go smoothly every time, if cats began to fight StarClan began to cover the moon for it was meant to be a time of peace but given the higher tensions recently amongst many of the clans Moonbeam had a feeling something would go wrong, so it was hesitantly...

It is a blessing to have the cats that reside within RiverClan that were strong enough - brave enough - to venture out into the blizzard to gather the things that cats needed. Herbs were on the bottom of so many's lists yet there were the few that instead of going out to hunt for prey to eat or...

She knew that the time would come to move into the willow den, for her to follow after Lichenstar and the rest of the council to speak to Iciclefang, to discuss what was to become of the member of the council that had broken the trust of not only the higher positions in the clan but the clan as...

She is relieved when her leader's eyes open, when she sees an ear twitch, but small relief turns sour when the first words from her maw are questions about the yelling, about the anger that radiates through camp despite the victory that RiverClan held within their paws now. They should be...

With the battle for sunningrocks over it meant that there was less dire needs for herbs than would be otherwise. Sure with the chill that cut through the air sooner than it should it meant that the hunt for the stalks that the medicine cats used for their healing would be needed quickly -...

It is difficult to wait at the camp for a patrol that may not come back, for injuries to be so severe and a battle so hard-fought that those that lived were too tired to carry those who did not back home to be healed, to be looked after. It feels more difficult now with Robinheart by her side...