Half-Moon Gatherings/Archive 01

**SplashClan:** Shellskip
**BreezeClan:** Rainfeather
**GladeClan:** Fawnspots

Dragging his tail as he emerged from the uncomfortably tight passage, his swollen flanks catching on the rock outcroppings in the dark, the lilac tortoiseshell settled himself in a shallow dish in the ground. The moonlight lit much of the cave interior, falling like ghostly glass from the open ceiling to form an ethereal pool of liquid silver as light touched the deep mirrorlike pool in the cave centre. Shellskip's pale eyes seemed as if to glow in the unearthly aura, though haunted and seeming fractured inside as he waited listlessly for the other medicine cats to arrive. One riot,one ranger! 02:40, February 26, 2019 (UTC)
Awakening so early that the blue-eyed medicine cat had beaten even the sunrise, Rainfeather greeted the few other early risers of the clan as he padded out of the med den, giving his tail a groggy flicker as he looked about, herbs gathered in between teeth, the striped med cat pushed his small form through the rocky crevice to get to the meeting spot where surely the others were waiting.
*Curiosity*  killed the cat, *satisfaction* brought her back 04:05, February 26, 2019 (UTC)
A faint glimmer of life flickered in Shellskip's robin's-egg blue eyes, and the mottled tom lifted his head from the dusty cave floor to nod a polite greeting to his BreezeClan colleague. With effort, he dragged himself upright, flicking dust particles from his feathery coat. "Hi, Rainfeather. Any news from BreezeClan? You weren't at the Gathering, is everything alright?"
Spread out as the Clans were, it made communication difficult sometimes. And while the medicine cats could cross borders at will, they generally refrained from doing so except when there were few other options. That said, they did share news and knowledge with eachother freely, and if presented with an unusual or difficult problem could bring it to their fellows to solve.
Tiredly, the young tom cast his gaze towards the inky dark of the tunnel entrance, waiting for Fawnspots. The freckled cream tabby was a warm ember in the chilling expanse of despair that his daily life had become, her empathy and gentle reassurances of help lent some small measure of colour to the grey that tinted every waking moment. *She'll be here soon,* he told himself firmly. One riot,one ranger! 07:49, February 26, 2019 (UTC)
Shaking out her spotted tabby pelt, the young yet experienced medicine cat slipped through the undergrowth on her way to the moon cavern. Surely Rainfeather and Shellskip would be waiting for her. She'd been caught up at camp putting a poultice on Shadefern's paw, how she got it so late was beyond the pretty she-cat, but it wasn't her business to pry, only to heal. If something was the matter, the small smokey she-cat would come to her to talk.
Slipping into the cavern, she nodded a greeting to Rainfeather, and stepped over to Shellskip, brushing her muzzle over his head soothingly. She blinked out at the moon. "Shall we get this started?" she mewed in her honeyed voice, stepping over to the small pool of water in the cavern, her eyes glowing and her pelt dark but shining.
A light shines best in the dark..
Shellskip nodded wearily in response to Fawnspots' query, standing to drag himself over to the pool, lying back down with a distinct thud. Feeling a swell of anxiety, the mottled tom touched his nose to the pool's surface and felt his eyes grow heavy, stars flickering in his vision until the dimly lit cavern was replaced by the star-speckled hunting grounds of their ancestors. A familiar bulky shape emerged from the glare, thick brown-black fur and yellow eyes gleaming with the inner light of a StarClan warrior. "Huntermoon!" Shellskip purred, touching noses with his former mentor. "It's good to see you."
One riot,one ranger!