The way back home—what a strange, unfamiliar word for him—is equally as quiet as it had been originally. Perhaps it's the weight of it all that stops maws from opening too easily.
The cat that treks beside Meadowpaw is someone else- Dimmingsun, they had called him.
Bengt had been left behind, soaked up by rays of moonlight reflecting off cold stone.
Of course, it's not that simple. A new name cannot wipe the slate clean. He can hide behind it if he wants, use it to his advantage, but that is all it is: a tool. Dimmingsun, medicine cat of WindClan, is but a new angle to Bengt, former loner- or rogue, depending on who you asked. He has been given direct purpose; not many cats can say that. The whole concept of StarClan still feels foreign to him, like something kits may come up with in their boredom... but he cannot dispute their existence, not anymore.
They have seen him, presumably for what he is, and still decided to accept him.
Or maybe WindClan is just this desperate for a new healer.
He grins at his own joke, but does not voice it as he peers at Meadowpaw. Her former mentor's strange disappearance had shaken her, even if she had tried her best not to show it to others- others who depend on her for their very lives. It would be cruel to turn that into laughing matter.
Once she has given him her answer, Dimmingsun walks with her into camp, side-by-side. Despite the hour, there are still cats lingering about as they no doubt await their future. How odd it is to be the subject of said future.
For a moment, he doesn't know what to say. It's rare for Dimmingsun to be at a loss of words, but simply greeting the Clan like he would normally does not feel fitting.
The cat that treks beside Meadowpaw is someone else- Dimmingsun, they had called him.
Bengt had been left behind, soaked up by rays of moonlight reflecting off cold stone.
Of course, it's not that simple. A new name cannot wipe the slate clean. He can hide behind it if he wants, use it to his advantage, but that is all it is: a tool. Dimmingsun, medicine cat of WindClan, is but a new angle to Bengt, former loner- or rogue, depending on who you asked. He has been given direct purpose; not many cats can say that. The whole concept of StarClan still feels foreign to him, like something kits may come up with in their boredom... but he cannot dispute their existence, not anymore.
They have seen him, presumably for what he is, and still decided to accept him.
Or maybe WindClan is just this desperate for a new healer.
He grins at his own joke, but does not voice it as he peers at Meadowpaw. Her former mentor's strange disappearance had shaken her, even if she had tried her best not to show it to others- others who depend on her for their very lives. It would be cruel to turn that into laughing matter.
"Ready?"
he asks just to say something to her. Dimmingsun still feels light, like the next breeze could carry him off his paws, and that is difficult to put into words. Instead he lets the question linger and do the talking for him; he knows this might still be painful for Meadowpaw. Even if she has accepted that Gladebloom is not coming back, that wound can easily begin bleeding again when their Clanmates inquire the new medicine cat. He is, by definition, a replacement.Once she has given him her answer, Dimmingsun walks with her into camp, side-by-side. Despite the hour, there are still cats lingering about as they no doubt await their future. How odd it is to be the subject of said future.
For a moment, he doesn't know what to say. It's rare for Dimmingsun to be at a loss of words, but simply greeting the Clan like he would normally does not feel fitting.
"StarClan has approved of me,"
he reveals at last, not allowing his face or voice to betray how he feels about it. "They named me Dimmingsun, and allowed me to be your medicine cat."
Takes place at the end of August.
No need to wait for @Meadowpaw !
No need to wait for @Meadowpaw !
