The Octopus Garden
Tea Taster and Cat Connoisseur
Ashwind nodded slowly and settled down in the grass beside his mentor, wrapping his tail carefully around his paws. All throughout his trip back from Moongrove, the gray tom had been mulling over what to tell his clanmates about his findings. He'd planned out the explanation in his head, but as his mentor and his friend waited for him to begin, Ashwind struggled with the words he'd articulated so carefully beforehand.
"Our home is destroyed," he began. "There's nothing left for us to go back to. But," Ashwind continued hastily when he noticed the distress in Mistyeyes' expression. "But, our ancestors don't want us to lose hope. They believe FeatherClan will make a swift recovery."
"Did they say how?" Mistyeyes watched Ashwind shake his head and she twitched her whiskers. Of course they hadn't. StarClan was anything but coherent. "So what are we going to do, then?" she pressed, glancing at the pair of medicine cats. "Should we make camp here and just, you know, continue on?"
"I don't think..." Ashwind trailed off. He gave his chest fur—it was covered in soot from the aftermath of the fire—a few self-conscious licks, pondering over how to continue.
"This place isn't good for us." Ashwind and Mistyeyes looked up at the new voice—Blackfire. The she-cat had woken up from her makeshift nest outside of the den and, upon hearing voices, had gone to investigate.
"There's hardly any prey to be found outside of the forest," the short black she-cat put in, flicking her tail. "The land is barren."
Ashwind glanced at his mentor, silently asking for her opinion on the matter.
"Our home is destroyed," he began. "There's nothing left for us to go back to. But," Ashwind continued hastily when he noticed the distress in Mistyeyes' expression. "But, our ancestors don't want us to lose hope. They believe FeatherClan will make a swift recovery."
"Did they say how?" Mistyeyes watched Ashwind shake his head and she twitched her whiskers. Of course they hadn't. StarClan was anything but coherent. "So what are we going to do, then?" she pressed, glancing at the pair of medicine cats. "Should we make camp here and just, you know, continue on?"
"I don't think..." Ashwind trailed off. He gave his chest fur—it was covered in soot from the aftermath of the fire—a few self-conscious licks, pondering over how to continue.
"This place isn't good for us." Ashwind and Mistyeyes looked up at the new voice—Blackfire. The she-cat had woken up from her makeshift nest outside of the den and, upon hearing voices, had gone to investigate.
"There's hardly any prey to be found outside of the forest," the short black she-cat put in, flicking her tail. "The land is barren."
Ashwind glanced at his mentor, silently asking for her opinion on the matter.