{$title} Hollowmumble and Meadowpaw in the medicine cat den. Takes place the day after the gathering.
The day after the attempt of a peaceful gathering was bleak. Bloodstained lies sunk into the dirt and rocks of the fourtrees, slowly being washed away by the quiet pitter patter of rain. It was cloudy, overcast and suprisingly cold considering the recent weather. It was fitting. Like the sky itself was mourning the loss of lives. Hollowmumble still hadn't fully processed yesterday- what she had seen, what everybody had seen... It was... it was impossible...
Yet she saw it. Otherworldly in a way that make the hair on the back of her neck stand up. In a way that made her shiver and freeze, stunned as she stared and stared.
Starclan was real.
She- she wanted to reject it. She did reject it, with her entire soul, spit it out and shook her head of any thought that it could be real but... it was. It was real. She had seen it. Everyone had seen it. All that they had been talking about... Starclan, Windclan, the other clans, the... code, whatever that was. Dustystar being chosen to rule. She hated it. It made her head spin. None of it made sense, yet all of it made sense, because she had seen that... ghost. That cat, in the physical world ghostly and see through and speaking to the clans. Scolding them for the spilled blood, the fighting and the hatred.
She didn't know what to think. It could be a mass hallucination. It was a weak reason to reject it, she knew, but she just... couldn't handle it all, right now.
Her paws had led her to the medicine den early morning, after a night of fitful sleep that was anything but restful. Hollow...mumble... wanted to push aside her thoughts of it all, Starclan and gods and ghosts and clans. She needed something else to focus on, so she found it. From what she had heard, things hadn't gone well in... other parts of the gathering, either. Some kind of Riverclan infighting. She didn't particularly care about their arguments or bickering, it wasn't her problem, but she did care about Meadowpaw. Hollowmumble needed to check on her, so she did.
It was easy to see that Meadowpaw wasn't doing well. They hadn't talked about it, but it was obvious on her face, no matter how much she tried to hide it. So, Hollowmumble decided to cast out all other responsibilities to stick around the medicine den for the day. Meadowpaw needed the comfort, that much was clear. Helping out wouldn't be bad, nor would learning the ins and outs of herbs and healing, since the disappearence of their last medicine cat. Might as well get herself familiar.
After a few hours of assisting Meadowpaw sort and clean out the den, she very hesitantly spoke up in the silence.
"...Meadowpaw. How are you... doing? Since... well, last night."
Yet she saw it. Otherworldly in a way that make the hair on the back of her neck stand up. In a way that made her shiver and freeze, stunned as she stared and stared.
Starclan was real.
She- she wanted to reject it. She did reject it, with her entire soul, spit it out and shook her head of any thought that it could be real but... it was. It was real. She had seen it. Everyone had seen it. All that they had been talking about... Starclan, Windclan, the other clans, the... code, whatever that was. Dustystar being chosen to rule. She hated it. It made her head spin. None of it made sense, yet all of it made sense, because she had seen that... ghost. That cat, in the physical world ghostly and see through and speaking to the clans. Scolding them for the spilled blood, the fighting and the hatred.
She didn't know what to think. It could be a mass hallucination. It was a weak reason to reject it, she knew, but she just... couldn't handle it all, right now.
Her paws had led her to the medicine den early morning, after a night of fitful sleep that was anything but restful. Hollow...mumble... wanted to push aside her thoughts of it all, Starclan and gods and ghosts and clans. She needed something else to focus on, so she found it. From what she had heard, things hadn't gone well in... other parts of the gathering, either. Some kind of Riverclan infighting. She didn't particularly care about their arguments or bickering, it wasn't her problem, but she did care about Meadowpaw. Hollowmumble needed to check on her, so she did.
It was easy to see that Meadowpaw wasn't doing well. They hadn't talked about it, but it was obvious on her face, no matter how much she tried to hide it. So, Hollowmumble decided to cast out all other responsibilities to stick around the medicine den for the day. Meadowpaw needed the comfort, that much was clear. Helping out wouldn't be bad, nor would learning the ins and outs of herbs and healing, since the disappearence of their last medicine cat. Might as well get herself familiar.
After a few hours of assisting Meadowpaw sort and clean out the den, she very hesitantly spoke up in the silence.
"...Meadowpaw. How are you... doing? Since... well, last night."