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The sunset spread like wildfire across the waters surrounding Riverclan's camp, and Mosspaw watched them. This would be the last sunset of the only medicine cat she had ever known. By the time the sun set again, Riverclan would have a new medicine cat.
Of course, that was not entirely true. Beesong's time was already over. Mosspaw kept having to remind herself of that, the thought refused to stick. Beesong had always been there, theirs was the face she imagined from the title medicine cat. They had felt immortal to her, as Cicadastar did. The chosen of Starclan, unable to ever fall. The idea that someone else might hold that title felt strange to her.
It would be right, she decided, to pay her respects to Ravenpaw before the sunrise. Raising toward her paws, she turned toward the medicine den. At the entrance though, she hesitated. her ear flicked.
Then she pushed through the sedge, and into the medicine den.
A glance around the clearing found it too empty without Beesong. It took her a moment to spot Ravenpaw among that vacuum. "Hello." Mosspaw dipped her head in respect toward him. "I wanted to wish you safe travels on your journey to Moonstone." As she went to raise her head, she hesitated for a moment, uncertain if she should have kept it dipped for longer, before raising her head entirely.
Mosspaw couldn't figure out what level of respect she should be giving him. At this moment, he was just an apprentice like her. Their areas of study were different, but their authority was the same. From that view, he was due as little respect as she gave her sibling Hazepaw. As soon as he returned from his journey tomorrow, however, he would be the medicine cat of Riverclan. The chosen of Starclan and a key member of Cicadastar's council. The hours between then and now seemed too few to discount entirely.
Then there was the fact that, unlike Hazepaw, she didn't really know Ravenpaw. It felt strange to her to try and treat him too cordially.
They had seen each other around camp, of course. There had even been a few exchanged words. In her mind, though, he had always been in Beesong's shadow. Too much older and too differently taught to be a peer to train alongside, but of too little importance for her to idolize.
For a moment she simply looked at Ravenpaw, seeming to weigh his worth in her mind. As if by simply staring long enough she measure in strictly defined units exactly how much respect he deserved.
"Do you think you'll be a good medicine cat?" The words came too suddenly, and the moment they were out in the air she looked almost ashamed of it. The question was too sharp in her mind to deny, however.
Of course, that was not entirely true. Beesong's time was already over. Mosspaw kept having to remind herself of that, the thought refused to stick. Beesong had always been there, theirs was the face she imagined from the title medicine cat. They had felt immortal to her, as Cicadastar did. The chosen of Starclan, unable to ever fall. The idea that someone else might hold that title felt strange to her.
It would be right, she decided, to pay her respects to Ravenpaw before the sunrise. Raising toward her paws, she turned toward the medicine den. At the entrance though, she hesitated. her ear flicked.
Then she pushed through the sedge, and into the medicine den.
A glance around the clearing found it too empty without Beesong. It took her a moment to spot Ravenpaw among that vacuum. "Hello." Mosspaw dipped her head in respect toward him. "I wanted to wish you safe travels on your journey to Moonstone." As she went to raise her head, she hesitated for a moment, uncertain if she should have kept it dipped for longer, before raising her head entirely.
Mosspaw couldn't figure out what level of respect she should be giving him. At this moment, he was just an apprentice like her. Their areas of study were different, but their authority was the same. From that view, he was due as little respect as she gave her sibling Hazepaw. As soon as he returned from his journey tomorrow, however, he would be the medicine cat of Riverclan. The chosen of Starclan and a key member of Cicadastar's council. The hours between then and now seemed too few to discount entirely.
Then there was the fact that, unlike Hazepaw, she didn't really know Ravenpaw. It felt strange to her to try and treat him too cordially.
They had seen each other around camp, of course. There had even been a few exchanged words. In her mind, though, he had always been in Beesong's shadow. Too much older and too differently taught to be a peer to train alongside, but of too little importance for her to idolize.
For a moment she simply looked at Ravenpaw, seeming to weigh his worth in her mind. As if by simply staring long enough she measure in strictly defined units exactly how much respect he deserved.
"Do you think you'll be a good medicine cat?" The words came too suddenly, and the moment they were out in the air she looked almost ashamed of it. The question was too sharp in her mind to deny, however.