E C H O
Echo's bones had never been fantastic, but in the few moons since arriving in the Clans, she'd been walking less - the ache in her body wouldn't let her forget it tonight. After Echo had found out that the Clans' medicine cats had regular meetings and one was coming up, Bearheart had been kind enough to show her the way to this so-called Mooncave to ensure she didn't get lost. Of course, that meant Echo had now made the trip out here not once, but twice, and she could practically hear her bones creaking as she thought about the long walk home.
Instead of wallowing in that, the grey tabby settled herself back onto her haunches and ran a quick tongue over her windswept fur. Although she was usually pretty good at getting along with other cats, she couldn't help but feel a tinge of unusual nerves and that manifested in trying to make herself look presentable. Or, at least, as presentable as she could, with the countless scars tearing up her body. Silently, as she had been doing over the last few days, she wondered what the healers of the other Clans would be like. Rough? Docile? It was hard to guess and she didn't have enough of a grasp on Clan life yet to even try.
Speaking of which, where were they?
Echo's hazel eyes scanned the moonlit shore by the Mooncave, searching for the shadows of any approaching cats. Hopefully, she hadn't got the time or date wrong - the last thing she needed was to make this trip again. No - surely she'd got it right. As far as she'd been told, ThunderClan was the closest to the Mooncave apart from WindClan. Perhaps she was just early.
So, settling into the sounds of the night, Echo waited, her tail curling patiently around her feet.
Littlewoods nodded his head in response to the other medicine cats' concern about Lighthollow, flicking his tail as if swatting away their worries. "Oh, he's fine... as most warriors do, he complains more than he actually is in pain." Littlewoods, despite his caring nature, had seen his fair share of warriors turn into little kits over the smallest injury. He always said that the more they complained, the more okay they were, since they could focus more on whining than trying to stay awake or upright.
He listened with interest as Venomrose spoke of their kits with such pride, whiskers twitching with amusement. "...Yes, that does sound like Spottedkoi, doesn't it?" He'd met the Riverclan deputy before, and whilst she was competent with her duties, her... thousand yard stare often gave the impression that she'd eat a lot of things if given the chance. He had to wonder if it was some kind of condition, really. "Let's just hope Alderkit grows out of the pebble-eating phase." Littlewoods had to admit he was kind of relieved that Windclan's nursery and camp wasn't as... pebbly as Riverclan's, or he'd definitely have to deal with a lot more kits with upset stomachs and worse.
Littlewoods waited for the rest of the medicine cats to get up before taking up the rear, guiding their newest members into the mooncave. His eyes took a couple of moments to begin adjusting to the darkness, and he smiled softly in response to Roseglow's worries.
"Starclan will come to you, I'm sure. They'll want to meet you and share tongues just as much as you do with them." Littlewoods reassured, touching his nose to her tail-tip as he fell into step behind her. "And there's no harm in not dreaming. Sometimes... Starclan simply doesn't have things to say, but that doesn't remove a medicine cat's usefulness." As they entered into the mooncave finally, he allowed himself to properly adjust to the light.
"You don't have to worry. Starclan knows what's best for your journey."