- Jun 21, 2022
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since his dream a few nights ago, beesong couldn't keep his mind off of it. it didn't feel like a simple dream, a folly born from his imagination. it recalls to mind the same sensation of his calling to riverclan, his summons to the moonstone, and his visions of the albino buck. intuitively, he knows that this is starclan's attempt at imparting an important message to him.
the question that remains, is what?
they couldn't understand why starclan must keep up this enigmatic mask; rain had no trouble in telling beesong that they must leave everything behind to become riverclan's medicine cat, that night at the moonstone. why couldn't the rest of their messages be as straightforward as that one? it's frustrating, but beesong has no power in this. they have no choice but to accept it, no matter how infuriating, and try to decipher the dream.
he mulls it over. replays the dream in his mind, again and again... scorching heat. the earth dying. sudden darkness. plants blooming in the gloom.
the gloom.
the realization hits him, paws fumbling with the herbs he'd been sorting.
...
it's late afternoon when the healer seeks out a certain mink apprentice, left eye scouring the camp until it glimpses wisps of blue smoke. "gloompaw," beesong calls out to the young she-cat as they close the distance between them. "we need to talk."
@GLOOMPAW
the question that remains, is what?
they couldn't understand why starclan must keep up this enigmatic mask; rain had no trouble in telling beesong that they must leave everything behind to become riverclan's medicine cat, that night at the moonstone. why couldn't the rest of their messages be as straightforward as that one? it's frustrating, but beesong has no power in this. they have no choice but to accept it, no matter how infuriating, and try to decipher the dream.
he mulls it over. replays the dream in his mind, again and again... scorching heat. the earth dying. sudden darkness. plants blooming in the gloom.
the gloom.
the realization hits him, paws fumbling with the herbs he'd been sorting.
...
it's late afternoon when the healer seeks out a certain mink apprentice, left eye scouring the camp until it glimpses wisps of blue smoke. "gloompaw," beesong calls out to the young she-cat as they close the distance between them. "we need to talk."
@GLOOMPAW