Mistystar’s Omen

Mothwing looked sharply at her. “I believe in the importance of learning from what has been discovered before. And in how precious health is, and how hard I must work to preserve it in all my Clanmates. The fact that the world of signs, omens, and dreams that have hidden meanings is closed to me doesn’t feel like something is missing, Mistystar. I respect what you believe. You must respect what matters to me.”

Mistystar nodded. “Who would have thought that a moth would have so much to teach me?” she whispered, half under her breath.

“What did you say?”

Mistystar let her tail rest on her friend’s shoulder. “Just something for me to remember,” she purred. “Now, shall we let our old bones rest for a while before we go back to our Clan?”