most of moonblink's memories are jumbled together. one memory dies continue on to the next. they repeat in her mind like a pattern, fluttering doves on a blooming tree branch. a terrible blizzard and the cries of a familar molly, though in her memories she's never cold or alone. the sweet smell of nectarine blossom permiated her nose through every memory.
a soft lullaby and white fur silkin fur. she couldn't imagine the face of this soft pelted cat, only white fur and the smell of spring. she knew that this molly was important. these were her earliest memories, hazy and distorted.
paleflower was the sweetest cat that moon had ever known, she would say yes to almost anything. being an older queen she knew just about everything. she taught moonblink to be strong and keep her head high. pushing the molly to do her best - even when cherrysprout had her vision to take moonblink as apprentice.
the molly had a tough time understanding how to be a proper medicine cat, she understood herbs but moonpaw began to have dreams. vivid and wild, fire catching even as rain drenched the ever green land. the young apprentice had this vision for months. it never amounted to much though, a simple fire during leaf-fall, easily self-contained,.
as she grew older she began to speak with the ancestors. rainpuddle being of her favorite ancestor, an older holy cat. as she grew so did he, his tail fading into the cosmos, eyes becoming that of starlight. though he taught her all he could with the help of duckpoppy. the molly taking over for him in his fading.
though after rainpuddle melted into the stars, duckpoppy disappeared as well. leaving moonblink to descover thing on her own, now a new dream has emerged, something dark and soul shaking. a holly berry bush hanging over a cliff, berries crushed into the grass around it, though the red wasnt only from the fruit. a liquid of rich scarlet red pooled in front of the bush - as the sun rose its light reflected off of the mirror-like surface.
the voice of duckpoppy echoed in her ears.
"dawn brings a new day... the light does not shine through the blood of the stars.
cries of cats pained by the falling sky.. the soft moss bedding bringing no comfort to their grief.
the day grew longer, longer, longest.. dawn was swallowed by bloodied fangs.
