A bright half moon glowed in a clear sky above all four clans; a good sign and perhaps a blessing from StarClan to grant the medicine cats of the clans safe passage through all territory tonight. In all the clans, medicine cats and their apprentices were readying for their long journey ahead of them. Tonight they would be making the trek to the Moonstone and back, with only a single rest at the Moonstone itself during the whole trip. Bitter traveling herbs would have been given to these cats had there not been a fasting requirement before discussion with StarClan. Instead, soft prayers might have been mewed, a short nap taken by others.

In ThunderClan, the lone medicine cat-- one without an apprentice-- sat quietly in her den. She pawed through a pile of herbs, setting aside the few that her elders needed to receive after she returned. Better to do her work while she had the time, and the energy, for it. Her soft white paw swept across the dirt floor of her den, scraping the selected herbs to one side. The fur on her paws captured the scent of the pungent herbs as well as the loose dust from the ground. Once she was satisfied with her sorted herbs, Brookmist stood, stretching each of her legs in turn. Her paws flared out when she stretched their respective legs, causing her white and relatively well-kept claws to flash out momentarily. After Brookmist opened her jaws in a wide yawn, revealing her barbed, pink tongue, she swept out of her den.

Stepping out into the dusk, Brookmist tipped her head towards the moon. If she was to reach the moonstone before moonhigh, she must leave now. She cast a short glance around at her clanmates, most of them were sharing tongues after their last meal of the day, others were retreating to their nests; they would not even notice she was gone. Brookmist swiftly made her departure, squeezing through the barbed entrance of ThunderClan and padding past the she-cat keeping guard of the bramble tunnel. The medicine cat gave the tortoiseshell a swift nod before continuing on her trek to the ShadowClan border.

Shortly, Brookmist's walk through the shadowy ThunderClan territory was over and she came to the thunderpath. She quickly crossed the cold ground, feeling the material suck the warmth out of her paws as she pressed them against it to gain traction. A feeling of relief washed over her once she crossed the twoleg-made path. She settled down in ShadowClan territory, deciding to meet Morningcloud before continuing the rest of her journey.