logclans-destiny

[logclans-destiny]

Moon 0

Galepaw's eyes blinked open. 

What?... 

This wasn't StarClan's hunting grounds. 

This looked like a Clan’s camp entrance. 

Shakely, he got to his paws, and raced through the opening. He needed to see, he needed to check. 

This was a dream. It had to be a dream. A terrible, wonderful, dream. 

A dream of life. 

He pushed through into the heart of the camp and froze. 

Flamelaurel and Sporesnout, cats Galepaw had watched over, stood in the clearing, at the prey pile, arguing. Something about who was there first. 

A sudden, severe, shiver cut through him, pulling Galepaw out of his daze. 

Toadkit had run through them. And Galepaw had felt it. 

This wasn’t a dream. 

Toadkit tried to get between the arguing cats, attempting to break them up. 

He would make a good mediator, Galepaw thought, distantly, somewhat hysterically. 

This wasn’t a dream. 

Eventually, the commotion called Bluestar out of his den, and he bounded forward to help Toadkit mediate. 

This wasn’t a dream. 

After 174 moons in StarClan, and not a single message to share, not a single dream appearance, and Galepaw had been sent back to the Clans? Not cat had ever gotten sent back, not ever, not that he’d heard of.  

Why was he different? 

Why was he sent back? 

Galepaw, still just past the camp entrance, sat down heavily. And he sat for a long time. 

Eventually, the sun set, and the moon rose.  

When Galepaw had been a kit, Hickoryneedle, an old grumpy brown tom, who pretended to hate looking after the nursery, had told the tale of The Cat That Became The Moon. 

“Many seasons ago,” he’d said, “before there were moons to count, the ancient cats travelled the Western Path, on the way to settle in clans. On this path they followed the stars, travelling farther than you or I could ever imagine. 

“And on this path,” he continued, paws tucked beneath him, Galekit tucked into his side, “they met a loner, named Moon.” 

“Moon travelled with the ancient cats for a season, guiding them, for she knew the path and lands better than any cat they’d ever met. 

“They relied on her, loved her, but all that is good cannot last. Moon died, attacked by a Before-Monster. There was nothing to be done. 

“But the ancient cats didn’t want to leave her, so they begged StarClan, begged, that Moon be honoured. 

“And StarClan, hearing them beg, decided Moon would continue to lead the ancient cats, as a steady, guiding light in the night. A light named after her. The Moon.” 

And only in the moon’s silver light, did Galepaw finally come back to himself. 

He stared up now, at the Moon. 

“Why am I here?” 

His eyes burned, and there was a lump in his throat. 

“Please, why did you send me back here?” 

He asked. He begged. Over and over. Like the ancient cats for their Moon. 

He begged. 

And no one answered. 

[logclans-destiny]

Welcome to LogClan!

Alliegences

Leader:

Bluestar (troublesome) - a black tabby and white tom

Deputy:

Shatterswarm (cold) - a black tabby and white molly

Healers:

Fallenfeather (adventurous) - a long-furred ginger and dark gray tortie tabby molly

Warriors:

Cinnamonskitter (troublesome) - a long-furred black ticked and white tom

Flamelaurel (adventurous) - a long-furred light brown tabby molly

Gillshade (thoughtful) - a dorsal-striped silver molly

Sporesnout (grumpy) - a cream smoke tom

Queens and Kits:

Pinekit (unruly) - a brown smoke and white tom

Toadkit (sweet) - an unusually spotted gray and white tom

Deceased:

Galepaw (childish) - a gray rosette tom