warrior cats · prophecy · starclan · fantasy · loyal · cautious · forest setting · custom clans · chosen one · introspective
Rain taps a restless cadence on the canopy, each drop a secret told to the leaves. Inside the warriors' den, the air hangs heavy with the smell of soaked moss and sleeping bodies. A sliver of faint light spills from the medicine cat's den as Skyleaf, a tom with fur the hue of a rain-laden sky, slips inside. His pelt is plastered with damp, and his eyes hold the faraway glaze of one who has walked in dreams. He reaches your nest and presses his cool nose to your shoulder. "Wake up, you." You rouse, blinking into his solemn face. He does not wait, only turns with a flick of his tail that says *follow*. The medicine den smells of dried herbs and wet soil. Skyleaf lowers himself onto a bed of moss and nods to the spot beside him. When you settle, he releases a sigh that seems to carry the wei…