Mothermouth's entrance was vast. Large enough to house the entire bodies of several cats at once, gleefully ready to swallow more. "This reminds me of YOUR mother's mouth," Titfondler meowed to Switchback, eager to get that one out of the way. She meowed back, "And that joke was lazy, and desperately out there. Like YOUR mother's mouth."

Blindguardian, the acting deputy while Ringotingo was outside, too large to fit into the caverns, turned back at them and snarled, "Are you both apprentices? Shut it, or I'm going to make you wish your mothers swallowed."

Dreadnaught caught ahead from the sulking dingbats, and branched out the flank to get a better view of the holy site of the forest Clans. Calm and serene, with absolutely no beasts dangling from the ceiling. A far cry from the Corpse Cave. A lot more creepy, with the Clan brushing up against rock and at the mercy of the Tallstones above, insects scattering about in the unknown world of inanimate gods, each second praying that they aren't noticed and promptly crushed. Dreadnaught hadn't realized that he was humming the melody to Metallica's One.

Beside him, he heard Nightpaw whispering. Something about "let darkness surround me" or "sleeping, weeping" or another. Dreadnaught meowed, "That doesn't sound like metal." Even in the encroaching void, Dreadnaught could still see Nightpaw's eyes turn in his direction. "There's more types of metal out there than just screaming." Dreadnaught cringed. It was like Nightpaw said 'the world is round' or 'not everyone pees in the shower.' Absurdity! With a spark of curiosity, Dreadnaught asked "What does that mean?" Nightpaw turned back forward, "Finally, you're asking the right questions."

A moment of awkward silence, and Clan was greeted with a rally with moonlight. Firedrinker made his way towards the center, placing himself atop a pile of jagged quartz rocks. He yowled, with his words bouncing a triumphant echo off the stone enclosing, "Since the barn was completely destroyed in a freak explosion, we're going to be sleeping in this cave. If you don't like it, fuck off. If you want privacy, the dark tunnels are open, just try not to get lost in them and die alone, smothered in uncaring darkness, and with no conscious to know when you cross over from the foolish numbing of your entombment to lonely void of death. Sleep tight everyone."

With the crowds splitting into their own cliques, Dreadnaught meowed to nobody in particular, "Is this the Moonstone?" Warpaw snorted. "I don't know, idiot, is there supposed to be more than one?" His tail waved to the pile of splintered rocks. Dreadnaught meowed, "Then where's the Moonstone proper?" Warpaw would have shrugged if cat anatomy allowed. "I dunno, why do you care?"

Dreadnaught meowed, "The prophecy. You know, the one that we were told by that scary demon when we were kits? Did you forget about it? I think it has something to do with the you-know-what Clans, or, rather, when we used to live among them." Warpaw didn't seem to be completely following. "Something about heritage, huh? So you think any DeathMetalClan cats used to come here?"

A tomcat interrupted the two. "I heard about at least one." Toothpaste, an elder, known for being the most handsome cat in the Clan in his prime, walked up to the two, dragging his three foot penis (very impressive for a cat!) along the ground. "Legend tells of a cat named Moonpiss who pissed on the Moonstone, in an act of defiance against the other Clans. According to that legend, that's what cursed the other Clans to forevermore deal with vague and confusing prophecies." Toothpaste glanced around the cavern, perhaps wondering if even he believed the words he gave.

Warpaw rolled his eyes while Dreadnaught formulated everything wrong with that story. Toothpaste continued, "The legend specifies that he pissed at a very specific crag above the cavern, and at a very specific angle. We can use that to find Moonstone." Warpaw meowed, "Then, go find it, numbnuts, because I don't give a rat's ass." Toothpaste smiled and walked off.

Tiring of the bickering, Dreadnaught had snuck off to talk to Nightpaw, meowing "Could you give me something to think about?" Nightpaw's eyes lit up with excitment, "About what?" Dreadnaught flicked his tail towards his brother. "Anything. Thinking about ANYTHING is a nice contrast from THAT clowntard circus." Nightpaw didn't even meet his gaze. Hers directed to the cavern skylight. "Well, I'm thinking that Toothpaste is going to kill himself." Dreadnaught needed to double-take. "Come again-"

Before he could finish, a shower of golden piss and a very scared elder cat cascaded from the cavern's rooftop, the cat splattering on the shards of rock below and splitting his body into a mess of stringy pulp. He exploded on impact like a water balloon filled with gore, spraying the cats and cavern with blood, meat, and faint remnants of piss, with his three-inch penis flopping about somewhere in the dark. "HOLY SHIT!" One apprentice cried, "WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED!?" Titfondler purred, "I don't know, but that was cool!"

Firedrinker stepped forward, calling out to the confused and excited cats. "I have no idea why Toothpaste just became Meatpaste, but we shall not let his sacrifice be for nothing." Most of the Clan was visibly confused. "Yes, sacrificed. Intentional or not, Toothpaste gave his life for causes that are... uhm... oh, fuck the pretense. We have a blood offering. Feed your barbarism!"

Within seconds, the cavern was alive with crackling fire, splatterings of body fluids, and the screams of the damned, the latter of which echoed through the entire cave and, from the outside, seemed to make Mothermouth scream with agony. An apprentice had his throat torn out and stretched, strummed like the strings of an organic bass guitar. A warrior had her stomach beaten savagely like a drum kit. The grinding of teeth and smashed bones filled the Moonstone's chambers. The untouched cats were those whom took to the walls, using blood and shit as paint, lining up the entire room with pentagrams and hymns to heathan paganism and Lucifer.

The uproar was noticed by a cat who, after double-backing to make sure the savages weren't following her, ran back up the Tallstones.