𝗶𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹𝘀 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗳 𝗼𝗳 𝗶𝘁.
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abandoned as a helpless kit and left to the mercy of the wild, hollyhockfang's early life was marked by solitude and struggle. found and nurtur...
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mothroar followed after brindlefur. the she-cat trotted lightly ahead of him, her tail stretched out for him to follow her scent as she navigated the dark tunnels. mothroar was bewildered with the lefts and rights in which brindlefur took. but, she knew this place like the back of her paw, so he trusted her to navigate him to the moonstone.
the darkness clung to his pelt, and a sense of dread clouded his mind... was starclan going to accept him as whisperclan's new leader?
brindlefur's figure shifted from his sight. he blinked to adjust his gaze, and stared ahead at the stone that stood before him. it gleamed under the faint glow of the dark sky outside and looked like a giant. it sat with an asymmetrical slant. small rocks and stones dotted the periphery like intricate adornments, having cascaded from the roof over the seasons.
mothroar inhaled the damp, heavy scent of the earthy aroma and let his thoughts linger. this close, he could feel an almost electric sensation, an unseen connection emanating from the stone. a gentle hum.
a nervous flutter pinged in his belly and he inched forward. slowly, he shuffled onto his stomach and dropped his head between his paws, awaiting for the moon to shift in the sky and cast a glow in and onto the stone.
a short time passed and brindlefur moved her paws quickly. the moon slipped across the sky and peaked into the hole, forcing a swell of light to extinguish the darkness. ❝ touch your nose to the stone, ❞ the medicine cat whispered from where she sat.
mothroar pushed his nose forwards and touched it to the cold stone he lay by. the world spun, and the cave vanished from sight. his body plummeted into a pit of darkness and panic coursed through his body.
the soft sensation of grass tickled his paws. mothroar blinked, his eyes darting around the gathering place as he stood in the centre of it. he wore a bewildered expression.
the sky above him was laced with glittering stars and mothroar found himself mesmerised momentarily.
blurred shapes pulled into view, vague in the bright starlight that danced on the blades of grass around him.
starclan.
stormstar was the first to approach. his eyes glowed as he brushed his snout against mothroar's forhead. the tom-cat smiled and spoke. ❝ i grant you the life of protection, so you may safeguard your clan from any harm. ❞
the vision of his father, longstrike, took his place as stormstar vanished from sight. a deep pain clutched his heart, but he steadied himself. ❝ i give you the life of courage, my son. fear no evil: no matter how great of a foe they may be, ❞ he muttered.
his father melted from sight, and a familiar pelt then appeared. the sight of clouddrop, an old friend of his in his earlier moons of life, caused mothroar to softly shiver and his eyes welled with tears.
