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Post by Taxx on Nov 27, 2018 14:59:24 GMT -5
Smokestorm This gal right here's gonna rule the world No, I won't sit still and look pretty Not again, she thought to herself, over and over, as the little group trudged along toward the StoneClan camp, toward the grief she knew the Clan would express at the unexpected loss of two of their own on a night when nothing should have gone wrong. How could she face her mother, her sister, when they realized that Eagletalon- and Dawnblossom too- were gone forever? How much grief could they take in such a short time?
She felt too numb herself to yet grasp it, even as it was obvious each time she looked up to see the sandy tom’s form carried along by Hawkstar. She knew he was dead, but she couldn’t stop the wild hope from gripping her, over and over, that somehow she was wrong. That he wouldn’t be that limp body on his brother’s back, but padding along under his own power at Hawkstar’s side. A hope that was crushed each time she glanced up to see that nothing had changed since the last time.
She felt the pain in her shoulder keenly, but she ignored it. It was nothing compared to the pain she knew she’d face when she finally, truly, made herself accept that Eagletalon would never look at her with the same affection he gave Kestrelclaw or Meadowflight, would never ask how she’d slept, or what she’d been up to, or any other hundred other little things she was so used to him doing or saying every day…
A cry sounded ahead; Smokestorm’s gaze flicked once more up at Eagletalon and then over to Duskflower, darting from the camp with other warriors crowded at the entrance; Palepaw ran to Mistcloud, whose face brightened with a moment of relief before darkening again with sadness, pressing close to the smaller she-cat with her gaze fixed on Eagletalon’s still form.
Smokestorm stood back a bit, her eyes on the ground now and wishing she could close her ears as effectively to Duskflower’s sorrowful questions. She didn’t know what she could say to help with her mother’s misery; no comforting words sprang to mind- just the same word circling around over and over as she stared at the rocky ground beneath her paws. Not again.
She trailed into the camp after the rest, watched Hawkstar and Boulderjaw set Eagletalon and Dawnblossom down in the middle of the clearing, watched the cats of her Clan circle the forms of their fallen members, and the cold, numb feeling remained. She should say something, shouldn't she? But what, she just didn't know. She stood aside from her family, stared blankly at the two; all rational thought lost in the aftermath of the night's events, and felt the slow urge to hide away from all of them, to mourn in the darkest corner of the warriors' den where nobody would see her, or bother her, as she came to grips with this latest loss. Deputy of StoneClan
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Nov 27, 2018 20:32:20 GMT -5
Hawkstar may your dreams be larger than mountains He padded forth on leaden paws, near the front of the somber procession of StoneClan cats. Just ahead, Smokestorm guided the battered patrol toward home. Yet, despite recognizing the terrain around them, despite knowing they were so very close... Hawkstar felt only the dark brewing of dread. For, on this night, he carried the unmoving body of his brother upon his back. Every pawstep proved more difficult than the last, and by the time he crossed the threshold of StoneClan camp's entrance, his forepaws dragged against the dirt and stone surface with each motion. Just behind him, Boulderjaw carried Dawnblossom's limp form upon his back.
And for a moment, it was silent.
Duskflower's voice was the first to shatter the silence, piercing his heart in the same instant. His body shuddered slightly beneath Eagletalon's added weight, the events of the night finally beginning to catch up to the aging leader. Dropping awkwardly on folded legs, the StoneClan figurehead half-collapsed, half-lowered himself to the ground. As his brother's form slid from his back, the sand-coloured tom debated remaining where he lay. Each shaking breath he forced himself to inhale carried with it a slight wheeze, his age and the lost life wearing away what strength he may have had in this moment.
Yet, Eagletalon had family, family aside from himself, who would want time at his side. Hauling himself back to his paws, the big StoneClan tom failed to find the energy to disguise the tremble in his muscles as they were yet again strained and put to work. All around him, a quiet night in StoneClan's camp was disturbed by the sorrowful buzz of friends, Classmates, family as news of StoneClan's losses spread. He had to say something. Someone had to say something, or raw emotions would run more rampant than they had already.
A muffled scraping sound followed the StoneClan figurehead as his paws dragged against the stone ground. Pale amber eyes focused on the Rock Pile ahead, though as he drew nearer, climbing the looming structure seemed more and more daunting. Standing at it's base, he tilted his head upward slightly, following its slope only for his hind legs to fold rather suddenly beneath him. Stifling a fit of coughs that wante desperately to escape his wheezing chest, the broad-shouldered tom did little more than slowly sidestep in a circle until he faced the growing throng of cats. Apparently, his announcement would happen from here.
Remaining in a seated position, he cleared his throat and called into the slowly fading darkness. "Cats... of StoneClan." He rasped, his voice heavy and ragged from both emotion and exhausted. "Tonight's Gathering brought with it unimaginable tragedy; the Clans were attacked by a family of foxes." He paused, letting shocked whispers pick up among the crowd as he swallowed the bile in his throat. Lifting his tail to silence the gathered cats once more, he continued. "Among the chaos, StoneClan suffered the loss of two pillars. Dawnblossom's knowledge, kindness, and dedication to StoneClan will be missed in her absence. She filled immense pawsteps in a time of great need for StoneClan, and for that I will remain eternally grateful. Eagl-"
The sudden crack in his voice forced the tom to pause momentarily, his blood-matted shoulders slumping slightly. "And Eagletalon's bravery, passion for the next generation, and fierce loyalty is sure to leave a void within StoneClan's ranks. I am certain I am not alone... When I say Eagletalon's presence changed the course of my life forever. His influence has touched countless individuals among us, including two of my own kits. Yet, those who called both Eagletalon and Dawnblossom family will undoubtedly feel the strongest sense of loss tonight."
His sorrowful gaze shifted to Duskflower and the family gathered at her sides. "StarClan claimed them both too soon, and though no words from my jaws may restore what was lost... May they live peacefully again in StarClan. I can think of no other cats more deserving of rest. Knowing Dawnblossom and Eagletalon... Was a privilege I will carry with me forever more." Succumbing to the drained feeling settling into his limbs, the StoneClan figurehead closed his speech with words he was unsure he would ever come to terms with. "Eagletalon and Dawnblossom will be buried at sun high, with the vigil time extended into the morning."
From his vantage point, he could see the crumpled form of his eldest daughter, Herondive. Her body trembled visibly beneath her apparent distress, cream ears flattened to her skull as though weighed down by the news of her mentor's passing. You saved her from herself, Eagletalon. What will StoneClan... What will I do without you? He thought to himself, trying desperately to find the strength to go to Herondive. Yet his muscles refused to move, as though his own body were failing him, shutting down.
You're getting too old for this. leader of stoneclan and may you have the courage to scale their summits background image | harley king | Fawn | table by phoenix
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Anyone is welcome to interact with either Hawkstar or Herondive. More than happy to play Herondive in this too. She's pretty distressed, staring straight ahead like the world's falling apart around her. If you'd like any more info on her situation in this, DM me!
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2018 23:04:20 GMT -5
Meadowflght & Snowpaw
Meadowflight felt like her entire world was crashing down as soon as the sight of her father's broken and still form appeared on the back of her uncle but it was her mother that spoke first and Meadowflight lost all control, pushing through the crowd to lay beside both Eagletalon and Dawnblossom, her aunt and father were gone, taken by Starclan far to early. " No no no Daddy, Aunt Dawnblossom, No" The words were a strangled sob as she approached their still forms, her heart felt like it had dropped out of her chest and been used as Demon's chew toy. It was not supposed to happen this way, they were to become elder's and die peacefully in their sleep when Starclan came to call them home, but this, to have their lives stolen from them, tore at her own belief in Starclan like Demon himself was inside, tearing apart her insides, her belief's, everything.
She did her best to keep her sobbing to a minimal as Hawkstar approached the leader's rock for a vigil, his words both comforting and heartwrenching, her more sensible side telling her that he would be feeling as hurt as she was. However, he did not understand, Eagletalon was not his father or his hero like he had been to her. the thoughts pained her, she knew that she should be grateful to her leader for bringing him back but something in her snapped. IT WAS ALL HIS FAULT.. IF HAWKSTAR HAD NOT OF BOUGHT EAGLETALON ALONG THEN HE WOULD'VE BEEN HOME, AND SAFE WITH HIS MATE AND KITS. Pure white-hot rage seared in her veins as she rose to her paw's and called out to her adoptive uncle " Please..... tell us that the monster responsible is dead" she echoed her more reasonable thoughts, her anger at her uncle was misplaced but the young warrior had never liked being told what to feel or do very much at all.
Meanwhile, the pure white form of the Stoneclan figurehead's youngest kit padded her way to the front, her bright blue eyes sparkingly with grief and concern. The fluffy white she-cat, no bigger than a 6 moon old kitten nodded politely to the clan and moved to attempt to nudge her father with a delicate paw and did her best to smile at him, but it was more of a grimace before she attempted to bury her face into his large frame. " I am so sorry Dad, I know how much they mean to the clan and.... " her voice trailed off as she glanced to see Meadowflight move toward her mother, sobbing inconsolably at the way. " how much Eagletalon meant to you, are you alright?" she knew the answer, of course, he was not alright but exhaustion and grief had obviously taken its toll on the patriarch and she just wanted to assure him that she adored him and was grateful that even with the pain of losing their medicine cat and perhaps the most respected warrior in the clan, He was unharmed and back with them. Broken, hurt and disillusioned but safe.
Tags: Fawn - Kestrelclaw Silver - Duskflower Taxx - Smokestorm BlooRey DVD - Hawkstar
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2018 0:55:37 GMT -5
Cicadapaw crept from the apprentices' den as the cries and murmurs drew her from her previously peaceful sleep. She stumbled as Minkpaw shoved past her, a cry of her own tearing from the younger she-cat's muzzle. Cicadapaw almost rebuked her for the shove, until she realized what was happening. Her fluffy pelt stood on end at the sight of the two bodies laid out in the middle of camp. What in StarClan's name had happened? The scents of fear, blood, and fox hit her as she stepped forward on stiff legs to join the rest of the Clan. Oh no....
Minkpaw pushed her nose into Eagletalon's fur, not caring if she was intruding on his blood family's mourning by inserting herself into their midst. He was her mentor, her uncle, her second father, and that was all that mattered. “You... you didn't finish my training.... You have to... you have to finish my training.” She pushed her nose further into his fur, as if she might be able to nudge him awake. “I was just joking. You're not too old-” her voice broke and she closed her eyes tightly, sending a desperate, angry plea to StarClan, Give him back!
Cicadapaw watched Eagletalon and Dawnblossom's family gathering near and was surprised to see the depth of Minkpaw's grief over the old tom that had been her mentor. Thoughts about mentors had her ears pricking and she glanced around, her gaze finally coming to rest on Smokestorm, the deputy keeping back from the rest of her family for some reason. Cicadapaw's ears flicked back uncertainly. Poor Smokestorm. Eagletalon and Dawnblossom had both been kin to her. She moved around the rest of the Clan as Hawkstar started to speak. Normally she would have stopped to listen, but Smokestorm just looked so... alone.
She stepped up beside the deputy quietly, brushing her soft pelt against her mentor's and sitting beside her, pressing against her lightly, her voice soft so she didn't interrupt Hawkstar's words to the Clan, “I'm so sorry. I'll... I'll stay with you, if you want.” She didn't imagine her presence would be any comfort to her mentor, but she didn't know what else to do, what more she could say, and if there was even a chance that staying with her could help at all, she wanted to make sure she'd at least offered. Taxx Cicada doin her best :< Fawn I think Mink needs her mom </3
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Post by Fawn on Nov 28, 2018 7:42:47 GMT -5
Kestrelclaw 18 Moons - Tom - StoneClan No! Oh StarClan what if she hates me? Guilt and horror seared through Kestrelclaw on the long walk home; the longest walk of all. He had pressed his flank to Hawkstar's, trying to lend meager strength to the colossal figurehead with the heavy burden upon his back. Like his role in the fox attack, Kestrelclaw couldn't see how he was doing anything worthwhile.
As they crossed the rocky threshold into camp, Kestrelclaw slowed almost to a stop, letting the rest of the Gathering party stream around him. His legs trembled, his breath came in short, broken gasps - the intensity increasing when he heard his mother's mournful cry. Kestrelclaw shuddered, hunkering down amongst the stone, willing himself to calcify and become part of them. I'm so sorry, Mom. I'm s-so sorry.
It was only the potential to cause Duskflower more pain by hanging back, that got Kestrelclaw moving. Even if his paws felt heavy and hard as mountain rocks, even if his stomach had twisted itself into one big chaotic knot inside his ribs, Kestrelclaw couldn't let her think he'd died. He couldn't break her heart any more than he already had.
Kestrelclaw's eyes, wide and wet, found Duskflower's. He squeezed his eyes shut, face crumpling, wanting nothing more than to curl up against his belly and pretend to be a kit again. Pretend that everything was alright. Pretend that his father was still alive, still joking with Hawkstar, still training apprentices, still there to show him how to be a real warrior. Instead, Kestrelclaw's voice broke, a flood of grief and guilt pouring over his tongue. "I-I'm s-sorry, I should've - I should've got to him sooner - but he's dead and it's my f-fault -" Kestrelclaw flinched at his sister's anger, trembling from nose to tail as she broke down into sobs. She's going to hate me. She's going to hate me so much. Meadowflight had been even closer to Eagletalon than he had, and Kestrelclaw's heart turned itself inside out, wrenched by the envy over the extra season she'd gotten to spend with him.
With Dawnblossom. Their family, healthy and whole.
Kestrelclaw moved on numb paws, sitting as close to his father's body and his grieving kin as he dared. He kept his head down. Watching as the ground around his paws slowly turned to mud. Laugh at yourself first, before anyone else can. 384 Words || @@ || NotesFrozenrain83 Moons // Warrior-Queen // StoneClanThere was nothing she desired more than to be by her mate's side; to pray for the lives lost (possibly one of his own) and for the hard times in the coming moons for all those affected. Frozenrain understood the nature of grief, and she knew how, on a night like this one - when all the sorrow and the heartbreak poured out and it felt like there was nothing left - grief would find a way to renew itself later. The healing process was slow, especially for wounds so deep.
StoneClan's foundation had cracked, and the remaining pillars barely held. Smokestorm distanced herself from the bodies in the center of camp, as fragmented and fragile as newleaf ice. Frozenrain's heart panged a deep and mournful note, her ears full of the cries of bereavement. Frozenrain eased the burden of leadership from the shoulders of Hawkstar and Smokestorm, gently and smoothly taking charge of a camp shaken to its core.
"Wolfclaw, Snowpaw, please help Hawkstar to the medicine cat's den." She directed the old warrior (his pace dogged by remorse) to where her mate barely stood upon the rocks. Frozenrain's blue eyes found Sandblaze, and she knew no words could comfort him over the loss of his mentor; yet he drew himself up, settled himself with a deep breath, and nodded from the entrance to the medicine cat's den that yes, he was ready to heal his Clan.
"Come on, old friend." Wolfclaw murmured, providing Hawkstar with a shoulder to lean on.
Frozenrain blinked gratefully at him. Her heart was still pulling her to Hawkstar's side, but she ignored it. For now. There was someone else she needed to comfort first; treading softly and with a hitch in her chest, the StoneClan matriarch gently laid her muzzle on top of Minkpaw's grieving form. "Come here, my kit. Oh, my kit." Frozenrain's tail swept around her daughter, beckoning her to press against her fur and let her grief spill over.
She did not wish to separate Minkpaw from Eagletalon's body any more than she would pull away a blood relation of his - instead, Frozenrain wanted to provide her daughter with the unyielding comfort only a mother provided. I am here. I am with you, and I feel your heart breaking. Frozenrain's sigh was as soft as a breeze, the matriarch feeling the weight of the world pressing down on them. She looked upon Eagletalon's limp form, throat tightening.
Thank you, Eagletalon. For what you have done for the Clan, for Hawkstar, and for my kits. Tonight, we honor you. You will be a part of StoneClan until StoneClan ceases to be. Thank you.
438 Words // BlooRey DVD @zen // Notes @jet Phoenix williams Somebody cuddle Herondive right now! ;-; Spiderheart! Hazelcloud! Vipertail!
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2018 3:37:07 GMT -5
SpiderHeaRt ?? Moons | Warrior | StoneClan Spiderheart was on guard duty the night of the gathering. He didn't mind it though. Life was relatively calm while the cats were at Starclan's Claws, and he busied himself thinking about when the next time was that he'd get to go to a gathering. I think Hawkstar will chose me next time. He thought sincerely, listening to the night life and taking in the scents of the territory.
Darkness right before dawn had a distinct smell. A wet, fresh, cool aroma that was calming to the body and mind. By now, the cats chosen for the gathering had been gone for some time, and the sky began lightening as the moon tucked beneath the horizon and the sun blinked open its eyes. They should be back by now. He thought, standing up on his paws and stretching.
Spiderheart stiffened.
The scent of blood hit him like a tidal wave, and the faint rustling of his clanmates slinking through the territory ahead made his heart scream. Fear gripped his heart, and no matter how much he wanted to frantically run and see what happened, he kept his paws rooted to the spot, looking around uncomfortably. Whatever attacked them might be on its way or here already. Along a ridge of rocks appeared several cats, several StoneClan cats, all beaten and battered as they neared camp with no threat to be found.
Spiderheart slipped into camp and meowed a warning, attempting to hustle any kits out and about quickly into the nursery. His tone was stern, though his voice quivered ever so slightly, wrought with emotion. Starclan only knows they don't need to see this. Spiderheart thought heavily, words caught in the back of his throat as the last of the younguns were tucked away with their mothers. They can come out after they are groomed for vigil and burial.
He wasn't blind. Two bodies were being carried on the backs of Hawkstar and Boulderjaw.
Spiderheart's heart pounded as he guarded the nursery, making sure there were no peaking eyes as the gathering party pushed through the entrance. Dread blanketed the clearing like a gelid mist. Despair cradled everyone in her claws, the clan frozen like a mouse trapped inside an eagle's talons.
When Spiderheart saw the victims, his heart sank. It was like a nightmare he had never wished on the clan, on Herondive. Her delicate figure rested near the tom who had been like a second father to her, crumpled under the harrowing weight of grief. He poked his head into the nursery, motioning to one of the queens to take his place.
It all seemed surreal, each step he took made if fell more like a morbid dream than reality, and as he neared Herondive, he almost collapsed from the look in her mourning eyes. His paws felt like boulders. All he wanted to do was curl up in his nest and wake up from this nightmare, but no matter how hard, no matter how many times he blinked, Herondive's devastated form ripped his heart to a million pieces every time he saw her. Spiderheart walked up to her, brushing up against her, his best friend. He wanted to comfort her, but there were no words that could heal the hole in her heart. Not even time could heal such a loss. Spiderheart felt his eyes swell against his will as he gazed at Herondive, the warmth of her pelt the only thing keeping him from shaking.
Nothing had ever hurt more than seeing her like this.
We are rarely proud when we are alone.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2018 5:22:13 GMT -5
Snowpaw & Meadowflight
The pure white female nodded at her mother's words and stood to brace her father's form. " Come on Dad" she spoke softly, gently as if guiding a kit to its nest. She did not know what to do, other than stare at the bodies of her clanmates with a look of defeat plastered all over her delicate face. She stopped beside her sister and mother as she attempted to guide her father to Sandblaze's den. He had done so much for her health and she adored him, perhaps more than she should. He was a medicine cat... not allowed to mate or love freely... that had not stopped Dawnblossom, Petalrain was her daughter after all. " He knows you loved him Minkpaw" she whispered in her sister's ear as she passed by her and their mother, a look told the matriarch that she would be back as soon as her father was settled to help prepare the clan. Her older sister sat numbly by a tom she recognized as Spiderheart and despite herself and the situation she smiled at the tom knowingly. her eyes warned him of hurting her sibling.
Meadowflight was inconsolable, sobbing heavily until the mud that formed from her sadness caked her pristine calico coat. Her brother's stammered words trying to take blame had her lift her head and slowly she rose to her paws as if her leg had not yet healed from the fox attack that killed Ashpaw. A small scar decorated her upper thigh to serve as a constant reminder of her foolishness. " N...noooo Kestrelclaw, there was nothing you could have done, I am just glad you are alright, I could not live if I lost you to Kestrelstar" she called him by their kit hood names, even though her one was actually her warrior name. It had benen specially requested by herself to her adoptive uncle and he had allowed it.
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Post by Taxx on Dec 11, 2018 0:46:48 GMT -5
Smokestorm This gal right here's gonna rule the world No, I won't sit still and look pretty Words, some murmured and others cried aloud, broke the quiet as the Clan gathered around, moving to surround their fallen members. Smokestorm remained numb, empty of everything but the growing sense of loss, the flicker of hate for the foxes who had taken her kin too soon still not enough to burn off the cold. Part of her itched to go to her mother, to crouch at her side and mourn with her, but she didn't know if she could take it if her mother blamed her. She should, whispered a tiny voice in the back of her mind. Some deputy you are.
Her claws scratched against stone, but her attention was caught by Hawkstar's voice then, and her green eyes flicked to him as he spoke words to honor both cats, and the pain in his own voice tore at Smokestorm. Too soon. Too soon. How could they be gone? It had been so sudden. Eagletalon should have been able to finish Minkpaw's training, gone to rest in the elders' den, died of age. Dawnblossom should have carried out the rest of her life helping heal her Clanmates, soothing their aches, welcoming new kits into the world. Not murdered by foxes. Neither had been deserving of this sort of death.
Cicadapaw's pelt brushed against hers, the apprentice's soft voice whispering words to her; Smokestorm's head whipped around to her and she flattened her ears, the abrupt heat of anger in her eyes. "I don't need your comfort," she snapped, pushing herself to her paws and stumbling as her injured leg crumpled, refusing to take any weight, so she held it tucked to her chest. "I don't need anyone's comfort. Just leave... just leave me alone!" Her voice cracked, shook, rose at the end, and grief finally crashed down around her.
She didn't go for the medicine den- she couldn't face any other cat right now. Instead she turned toward the warriors' den, ignoring any glances she might get, sliding into the empty den and flopping into her nest, curling tight and choking on the groans that welled from her throat. It had been wrong to lash out at Cicadapaw, she knew, and shame for the way she'd reacted to her apprentice trying to help was one more emotion spinning out of control, one more thing she couldn't contain. Why was she losing them? Why couldn't she be good enough to protect at least one cat she cared about?
Why? Deputy of StoneClan
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Jan 13, 2019 8:53:18 GMT -5
Hawkstar may your dreams be larger than mountains Pale amber eyes drifted slowly to Meadowflight as the young warrioress cried out suddenly. He met her gaze, something almost accusatory in it leaving him to stifle a wince. It was plain to him the she-cat blamed him, at least in part, for the death of her father and that knowledge shot a sharp pang through his heart. Pausing only to swallow, Hawkstar leaned his head slightly to lower his muzzle in a nod. "The beast responsible is dead. Eagletalon ensured it would not live to terrorize another soul in this valley." He rasped, his gaze only pulled away from Meadowflight as a white shape slipped out of the throng of cats.
The StoneClan figurehead's youngest daughter padded up to his side, her beautiful blue eyes sparkling with her own grief. His heart seized for her, and as she mewed words of comfort and buried her muzzle into his fur, he leaned down despite his pain to press his nose to the top of her head. What a light you are in such a difficult time, Snowpaw. With a heart larger than Silverpelt itself... Thank you, StarClan, for giving her to me. He thought to himself, pale amber eyes drifting shut as he let his daughter's presence distract him.
It was only his mate's voice that roused him from his state. StoneClan's matriarch stepped gracefully into the paws of leadership, picking up the burden neither he nor Smokestorm could shoulder just then. A familiar gray shape appeared at Hawkstar's side as the sand-coloured leader pulled himself upright once more. Wolfclaw rasped a greeting of sort, following the instructions Frrozenrain had given. At Snowpaw's urging, Hawkstar nodded stiffly and rose to his paws, leaning quite heavily on his friend and former deputy. The gray tom spoke no words of complaint, and with an old friend on one side and his youngest daughter on the other, the StoneClan leader limped to the shelter of the medicine cat's den.
As he moved, he couldn't help but let his gaze drift over the remainder of the Clan. There were so many he wished he had the energy to speak to, so many he wished he could offer words of comfort. But every step sucked the life out of him. I'm sorry, StoneClan. He thought to himself. As he ducked into the medicine cat den, his gaze rested on Herondive. A black shape was now crouched beside her, and as Hawkstar disappeared inside, he made a note to thank the tom who'd taken initiative when he himself could not.
Collapsing heavily into one of the nests reserved for patients of the medicine cats, Hawkstar's eyes slipped shut despite his best efforts. Jaws parted as though he were going to say something, yet nothing save his heaving exhales managed to escape. But he could hear the words in his mind, an aged and grieving tom almost pleading his youngest daughter to stay with him. Darkness prickled at the corners of his mind, however, exhaustion finally threatening to overtake him. leader of stoneclan and may you have the courage to scale their summits background image | harley king | @kahani | table by phoenix
Note: 99 moons
HERONDIVE No. No no no no. The keening chant filled her head from where the cream and white she-cat lay crumpled in the dirt. Tremors wracked her body, punctuated by moments of alarming stillness before another sob would shatter any calm. Drowning in her grief and feeling alone in a sea of gathering cats, Herondive's bright blue eyes squeezed shut. Teeth clenched against one another, her face contorting in a mask of sorrow as she fought to stifle the sounds that fought to escape her. He can't.. He isn't.... No, no, no, no... StarClan, why?
Movement at her side drew the attention of an ear, and although a part of her wanted to remain trapped in her lonesome grief, the scent that accompanied the sudden arrival had her eyes opening. Familiar black fur and concerned yellow-gold eyes filled her vision, and Herondive felt her heart seize violently. A flash of a thought wished for blue eyes to be looking back into hers, but having someone at her side brought her a measure of comfort she could not describe. For a moment, she stared at Spiderheart, her breath and body frozen in time.
Then the wave crashed over her once more, her features breaking with a new onslaught of emotions. Burying her head against the black tom's shoulder, she let the sobs wrack her breathing, let the tears fall and soak his fur. Her jaws stretched open as the she-cat tried desperately to find the words to speak, but only whimpered wails managed to break the silence around them. Heartbeats passed where she remained pressed to him, her frame shivering in demonstrations fo her broken misery until finally she choked out a stammered whisper. "How... What... W-What am I supposed to..." Although she never finished, anyone who knew her at all would know Eagletalon had been a guiding light in her life, a second father through good and bad.
How could she go on without him now? warrior of stoneclan @jet | background image | table by phoenix
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