Brindled Mouse?
After being told of his task by Whiteear, Brindlestream had gone to the medicine den to grab a few beetles. He was so focused on making sure his leaf bundle had everything he needed, he hadn’t noticed when leaves rustled behind him as he was joined by a tabby tom.
“Preparing for a trip?” Mousepaw asked, drawing the tortoiseshell tom’s attention.
Brindlestream looked to his friend and nodded. “Whiteear has asked me to accompany Stone back to Sunclan’s camp to provide aid.”
“Are you planning to stay there?” The yellow tabby’s voice cracked slightly as the question escaped his lips.
“Potentially.” Brindlestream nodded. “At least until they have an established medicine cat to take my place.”
“Th-then I’ll come with you!” Mousepaw declared.
“Are you sure?” Brindlestream looked into the tabby’s brown eyes. “You came to Grottoclan for Rave-”
“Sparrowstorm came here for Ravenpelt.” Mousepaw corrected. “I came to accompany her for the journey. Now... she’s gone...” Sadness glimmered in his eyes a moment, before being replaced with determination. “But I still have you. And Sunclan is closer to twolegplace, right? Slightwhisper could show up there before Grottoclan.”
Brindlestream looked at his friend and couldn’t help but admire his loyalty and determination. “Then I’d be delighted to have you accompany me for my mission.”













