The Depths of Grief [OPEN] Dec 19, 2012 15:14:56 GMT -5
Post by Fate of Five Admin on Dec 19, 2012 15:14:56 GMT -5
Boneshadow’s vigil was a sad affair, on more than one count. Ravenstar was in shock, she knew it, somewhere in the back of her mind. Halfmask had come to her, racing into camp with Frogpaw and Grimpaw on her heels, their fear scent preceding them all. Demon… Demon had killed her deputy, her lifelong friend who was the closest thing she had to a littermate, a brother who had grown up with her and been there for her whether she asked him to be or not. She had simply stared at the young warrior who had told her this, for a very long moment, before racing out of camp, following that fear scent back to its source. All she had found was blood and tufts of what she knew to be Boneshadow’s fur. They did not even have a body to bury. Demon had….
She had lost control then. He was gone, she did not even have a body to mourn over, and how did his end come about? As prey for that StarClan forsaken monster cat. She had raced after the stinking odor of the monster that had turned her closest friend into his prey only to be tackled by one of her own Clanmates, held down and dragged back to camp writhing and snarling at the foxhearted crowfood eaters to let her go. She did not even know which of her Clanmates had been the ones to drag her back against her will, so lost to her rage and grief was she then, but that was probably for the best… she could not punish them unfairly.
They had taken her to her den and put a guard on her to ensure she would not run after the monster cat and get herself killed, but her blind fury was ebbing by then. She had curled up on her nest and refused to speak to anyone. Smokefur had come to see her and had tried to push herbs on her, probably for the shock, but she had refused to eat them. She wouldn’t even look at her sister. As night had fallen she had finally roused herself, uncaring of her disheveled appearance, and padded out of her den, reassuring her guards that they were no longer needed, her moment of stupidity had passed.
By then the whole Clan already knew that Boneshadow was gone, but she leapt up to the Boulder Ledge to announce his death anyway. He had died a hero, saving Halfmask, Frogpaw, and Grimpaw from the fate he had taken upon himself. She had leapt down after the announcement, to many shocked faces and murmurs. Clearly the Clan had been expecting her to name her deputy, with moonhigh fast approaching. Well, she would name her deputy when she was well and ready and not before and the Warrior Code could kiss her fluffy tail. With that she had taken up a position in the middle of camp with her head bowed, but not before seeking out Smokefur and Grimpaw to ask that they sit vigil with her during the night. They might not have a body to sit vigil over but Ravenstar would sit there all night and pay her respects to her friend. May StarClan light your path, Boneshadow… may you find good hunting, swift running, and shelter when you sleep….