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Moon 0 Part 3

Moon 0 Part 4 - End of Prologue

CW: Blood, Gore, Animal Death

Sunchill has gotten heat stroke.

Milkweedleaf leapt from a rock, but didn't land quite right.

Sunchill confessed his love to Snapstar, but got rejected.

"Hello, Snapstar." The patched tom greeted as he sat next to her by a nearby stream. Snapstar quickly looked back to greet him back. "Oh. Hello, Sunchill."

"What are you doing out here so late at night?" Sunchill questioned with a soft smile. Snapstar wasn't quite sure how to answer. "I'm not sure. Just.. thinking." Sunchill was sick, was was he doing out here?

Sunchill gave a nod in return. He seemed to be endlessly gazing at the leader. "You look quite divine tonight." He complimented. Snapstar gave a rather surprised look in return. "Thank.. you?" She replied hesitantly. Sunchill didn't compliment her quite often, so it was strange receiving that from him.

Sunchill sighed before speaking again. "Snapstar.. We founded this clan. Laurelclan. And every single step of the way, I've.. I've just been so proud of you." His breath was shaky. He'd likely regret these words.. "I love you, Snapstar."

Snapstar took a breath in, awkwardly looking to the side. "Oh, uh, Sunchill.." Goodness.. "I'm not sure I'm ready. I'm far too busy. I have a clan to lead, I just don't think I can take on a mate. Not yet. "

Willowpaw is now a warrior

Standing above the tall stones known as the mountainstones, Snapstar took a deep breath before calling her clan. "All cats of Laurelclan, gather around the Mountainstones for a clan meeting!" She called.

Her eyes focused on Willowpaw, who was sitting directly in the middle. It seems the apprentice knew exactly why this meeting was called.

"I, Snapstar, leader of Laurelclan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. She has trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend you to her as a warrior in her turn.

Willowpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend this clan, even at the cost of your life?"

Teal eyes glimmering, Willowpaw gave a swift response. "I do."

The leader gave a nod, staring down at the golden molly. "Then by the powers of Starclan, I grant you your warrior name.

Sunchill's pelt has been torn by branches.

The light-footed tom carefully squeezed past the shrubs, gritting his teeth as sharp branches caught onto his fur. Maybe he shouldn't have taken that shortcut.

Willowpaw surprises Lightkit with something nice.

The ginger molly made her way into the nursery, a bundle of flowers between her fangs. She was immediately greeted by a silent stare from Lightkit.