[Fel]

Originally Posted by Clover

Geckoleaf slowly entered the glittering cave, her paws unsure of the path she had not traveled for many moons. But memory served her well, and soon, she and Russetswirl were in the belly of the cavernous opening. A smile spread across the she-cat's face; many fond memories from younger days swirled through her mind. She remembered coming as a newly named apprentice, to be accepted by her ancestors, and then again to receive her full name. Looking back to assure he was following, she then looked back towards the cavern, and continued down to the stone, careful to avoid the various crystals poking out of the stone. Carefully, she crossed the flat clearing at the bottom, the ethereal light of cave giving it a strange glow. She paused for a moment, both to allow Russetswirl to catch u, and to simply enjoy being there. She had always felt peaceful and calm in the Starcave; it had always been obvious to the tabby molly that StarClans presence was here, and this was a sacred place. She moved a few steps forward, until she was in front of a large, dark crystal, with flecks of color underneath the deep varnish on top. She could see a slight depression where many cats before her had touched their nose to it. Turning to Russetswirl, she offered him a slight smile. "It's time," Geckoleaf whispered, softly, her breathy voice surprisingly loud in the stark silence of the cave. It one smooth motion, she pressed her nose to the stone, obviously expecting the warrior to follow. She felt her body slump, and her mind pulled into a dream.

He was absolutely nervous- who wouldn’t be, with all of this responsibility suddenly crashing down onto your shoulders at a time like this? Riverclan was just beginning to recover, and he had been thrust into a leading role, having to take charge of a clan that needed time for it’s wounds to heal. Starclan was still fresh in their minds from having been liberated by a new clan, one that would have to be received with diplomatic measures now that they were settling quite closer to their own home, and another war might mean the end of their world, as they knew it. Stepping into the Starcave behind Geckoleaf, his tail flicked back and forth between the narrow entrance, before lifting his gaze up towards the magnificent stone which stood in front of him. It was a beautiful crystal, which almost seemed to reflect the souls of their ancestors before even being able to slip into a state of dreaming, to wait for the starry cats who guided him to confirm that he was the leader of Riverclan, now- and that he couldn’t back down from a task that was this big. He had to do it, for his friends, family, and for the sake of his clan. “I’m ready.” He breathed quietly, stepping into the center of the cave and pressing his nose onto the gem carefully, closing his eyes. In almost an instant, he wasn’t in the cave anymore- opening his eyes, the world around him was strikingly familiar to that of his dream beforehand, when he’d been told to take care of his clan. Hello, Starclan.