Post by Fawn on Oct 31, 2016 16:45:33 GMT -5
ROOKFROST
Five days had passed since he had first alerted Firestar to his plans for leaving. The Clan's leader was not as dimwitted as he had previously been led to believe; she could tell from the sour breath and the sorry state his body was in that he was obviously ailing from something. He recognized relief in her gaze after he informed her of his departure, no doubt sprung from having a very sick cat no longer loitering around their camp.
Rookfrost and Kindleflare both knew his condition was not contagious, but genetic. Though his parents would disagree, it was another point in his favor that he had chosen the life of a medicine cat and not gone on to be the proud senior warrior his parents had always envisioned him as. This was not an illness that should be passed on to the next generation. It was less about any hypothetical concern for any hypothetical offspring, but rather a personal loathing for his own deterioration.
There was little benefit in his progeny suffering the same ailment.
Preserving as much of his strength as he could, Rookfrost walked stiffly and slowly to Firestar's den, not calling to announce his presence, but walking right in. They both knew he did not have the time for wasted politesse.
"I formally resign from my post as Medicine Cat of LightningClan. I will require one escort of my choosing to leave the territory." Only the sharp flick of his tail betrayed his hatred of his own weakened state. His voice was still as clipped and coldly intelligent as it had always been. "I will not return."
Firestar could call a meeting if she so chose, to inform the Clan of his departure - but he wouldn't be here to hear it. He didn't care what excuse she made about his disappearance, or if she simply told the truth, that he was going into the mountains to expire at a place of his own choosing, it would, for once, be the only time the Clan ever truly knew of his whereabouts.
Yet even then, they would be ignorant to the many... atrocities he had commited while 'in service' to the Clan. Like old bones, they would stay buried, faded and forgotten as more layers of earth and detritus built up over top of everyone's memories.
Leaving in the same rigid, determined manner in which he had arrived, Rookfrost returned to the entrance of the medicine cat's den, where Kindleflare was blinking owlishly at him, her face wreathed in an emotion he could not understand nor wanted to. He said nothing to her. Five days hence, Rookfrost had already informed her of her new role as the sole medicine cat; any additional advice or herb-knowledge he had to give her were to be witheld.
She could consider it a final, indefinite test. To figure it out herself.
Besides, if LightningClan fell into ruin and rot in his absence, he would barely flick an ear. Their wellfare had always been a 'concern' of his because it was mandatory to keeping his position, and it had offered (though few and far between) some medical challenges to overcome every now and again. The scent of the redfish mushroooms would take a while to leave the medicine cat, but that was no longer his problem; he had instructed Whiteshade to bring them to the Hollow two days prior, knowing he had not the strength to walk so far and carry his poisonous parcel at the same time.
Already, he felt thirst clawing at his throat again, and he ignored the weak pangs of his shriveled stomach, the rabbit he had forced down enough to sustain him for the trip. He had eaten enough strengthening herbs and water to arrive without major difficulty.
Unsentimental, Rookfrost did not need to take one last look at the medicine cat's den, or relive old memories, or ponder how difficult it would be to murder the entire Clan for old time's sake. His mind was made up. His departure, his dark flight from LightningClan, was now at hand.
As if summoned from some spectral nightmare in his hour of need, Whiteshade appeared with a charming smile and a chilling light in his gleaming eyes.
"Ready?" Asked the phantom.
Rookfrost, with all the grim, resigned dignity of a cat marching to his own death, strode out of LightningClan without so much as a thought to those left behind.
"Yes."
Rookfrost and Kindleflare both knew his condition was not contagious, but genetic. Though his parents would disagree, it was another point in his favor that he had chosen the life of a medicine cat and not gone on to be the proud senior warrior his parents had always envisioned him as. This was not an illness that should be passed on to the next generation. It was less about any hypothetical concern for any hypothetical offspring, but rather a personal loathing for his own deterioration.
There was little benefit in his progeny suffering the same ailment.
Preserving as much of his strength as he could, Rookfrost walked stiffly and slowly to Firestar's den, not calling to announce his presence, but walking right in. They both knew he did not have the time for wasted politesse.
"I formally resign from my post as Medicine Cat of LightningClan. I will require one escort of my choosing to leave the territory." Only the sharp flick of his tail betrayed his hatred of his own weakened state. His voice was still as clipped and coldly intelligent as it had always been. "I will not return."
Firestar could call a meeting if she so chose, to inform the Clan of his departure - but he wouldn't be here to hear it. He didn't care what excuse she made about his disappearance, or if she simply told the truth, that he was going into the mountains to expire at a place of his own choosing, it would, for once, be the only time the Clan ever truly knew of his whereabouts.
Yet even then, they would be ignorant to the many... atrocities he had commited while 'in service' to the Clan. Like old bones, they would stay buried, faded and forgotten as more layers of earth and detritus built up over top of everyone's memories.
Leaving in the same rigid, determined manner in which he had arrived, Rookfrost returned to the entrance of the medicine cat's den, where Kindleflare was blinking owlishly at him, her face wreathed in an emotion he could not understand nor wanted to. He said nothing to her. Five days hence, Rookfrost had already informed her of her new role as the sole medicine cat; any additional advice or herb-knowledge he had to give her were to be witheld.
She could consider it a final, indefinite test. To figure it out herself.
Besides, if LightningClan fell into ruin and rot in his absence, he would barely flick an ear. Their wellfare had always been a 'concern' of his because it was mandatory to keeping his position, and it had offered (though few and far between) some medical challenges to overcome every now and again. The scent of the redfish mushroooms would take a while to leave the medicine cat, but that was no longer his problem; he had instructed Whiteshade to bring them to the Hollow two days prior, knowing he had not the strength to walk so far and carry his poisonous parcel at the same time.
Already, he felt thirst clawing at his throat again, and he ignored the weak pangs of his shriveled stomach, the rabbit he had forced down enough to sustain him for the trip. He had eaten enough strengthening herbs and water to arrive without major difficulty.
Unsentimental, Rookfrost did not need to take one last look at the medicine cat's den, or relive old memories, or ponder how difficult it would be to murder the entire Clan for old time's sake. His mind was made up. His departure, his dark flight from LightningClan, was now at hand.
As if summoned from some spectral nightmare in his hour of need, Whiteshade appeared with a charming smile and a chilling light in his gleaming eyes.
"Ready?" Asked the phantom.
Rookfrost, with all the grim, resigned dignity of a cat marching to his own death, strode out of LightningClan without so much as a thought to those left behind.
"Yes."
my name is Death and the end is here