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Post by Loki on Jun 18, 2019 14:26:26 GMT
Silverbrook draped over his back, Ashstar moved somberly into the camp. Warriors lounging out in the sun met his gaze with faces of shock. Slipping the medicine cat's body off of him, he positioned her as if she was just sleeping. Ashstar glanced back up to the tree limb he made announcements on, but one wasn't needed for this. All of the cats who were in the camp had already gathered around, ready to share tongues and speak words on behalf of her.
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Post by Silverpelt on Jun 24, 2019 0:10:48 GMT
Every feeling had left him, ever emotion and ambition; it was like the wind had swept it off and had carried it away. Sitting beside the sliver spotted body, his head was lowered in respect as his mind drifted over the events of the day. All his strength was gone, he wanted to cry and move in closer but he could not, he was drained. Feeling his sister, Briarpaw, brush up against him, he gazed at her brown tabby pelt. Her face held an unreadable expression for she did not know Silverbrook well, she has only really talked to her when she was a rambunctious kit in the nursery.
"You'll be ok," Briarpaw said softly, nuzzling him gently and then giving him a few licks on the cheek.
Foxpaw held back as a sob as he lowered his head to his dead mentor's body, "I'm not ready for this," he said, "its too soon, its way to soon."
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Post by Loki on Jul 8, 2019 14:51:34 GMT
Ashstar sat at a distance, away from the cats who came to sit with Silverbrook. As he watched cats speak about her and memories they had, he felt grief wash over him. It seemed so long ago that they had been out picking watermint together and fighting off a hawk or when he had been breaking up a fight between Silverbrook and Riverfrost. Even though she had no biological family in the clan, so many of the cats had come to care for her like family. It was clear that her death was taking a toll on the clan. As he observed it all, he brushed off any questions they kept asking him. Now was not the time for him to tell them a play by play of what happened. Tomorrow he could inform them, but with the sun starting to set, they would sit for vigil for her.
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Post by Silverpelt on Jul 9, 2019 0:44:44 GMT
Brierpaw belt her head in silence and taking a quick glance at Foxpaw, turned away and left him. She could never understand the feeling he was feeling now, she did not know Silverbrook like he did. Turning his head back, he watched her go. Everyone around him felt like strangers, he knew no other cat as well as he did his mentor, she was always there for him, taking him on adventures and teaching him things medicine cat weren’t really suppose to know. That time was gone now, he had to face reality and step away from his kit like manners, he was the only medicine cat, the clan was relying on him to keep them well now.
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Post by Loki on Jul 24, 2019 2:16:14 GMT
A slight breeze ruffled Ashstar's fur, jolting him out of his thoughts. The sun was just starting to peak over the horizon. He stretched out his stiff limbs and made his way to where the elders had congregated. He noticed a few cats had fallen asleep, which was to be expected, but many had stayed vigil through the night. With a silent nod to the elders, they stood and picked up Silverbrook's body, drawing attention from the clan. They proceeded out, many of the cats following behind. Outside the camp, a hole had already been dug out by a couple of the warriors in front of a large, sturdy tree. One that would protect her gravesite for seasons to come. They nestled her body in the hole and stepped back, allowing the warriors who had dug it to cover it back up.
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Post by Silverpelt on Jul 24, 2019 23:52:34 GMT
Foxpaw stood back behind the cats as they covered his mentor up. Watching as the last of her fur disappeared beneath the dirt, he questioned how this could ever happen. They were trying to warn Stormclan, but instead they killed the cat that could most likely stop the coming attacks. Bowing his head as the elders began to walk away, he let out a deep sigh and stared blankly at the pit they had just covered up. Extending his claws and racking the ground, he sat up and walked back to the camp entrance; it was no good waiting for something good to happen out of the blue. Stalking to his den, he took a glance behind him before entering in.
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Post by Loki on Aug 16, 2019 15:00:48 GMT
Ashstar stood in front of the grave until everyone had left. As he entered the camp, he thought about what Silverbrook had said about Blizzard. If he really did have an army of followers, it could bode disastrous for Iceclan, but there was nothing he could do. He didn't have a clue of where to find Blizzard and his trip to see Duskstar had ended in death. Starclan did not seem to be in his favor at the moment. And there was the matter of Foxpaw. He was still young and still had things to learn. Stormclan couldn't help, they're medicine cat was probably dead. Ashstar didn't have a clue what to do or how to interpret all of this. Was Starclan telling them that the clans are too divided? It seemed that both clans had become more hostile towards each other lately.
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Post by Silverpelt on Aug 16, 2019 18:21:54 GMT
Foxpaw stood in the center of the medicine cat den. The place felt off, the aura it has before was gone, it was as if something was missing from every inch of the shelter. Blindly walking to the herb store, he automatically went on organizing the herbs and pulling out the dry ones. 'Silverbrook would want this done,' he thought, gripping a stale lead of yarrow, 'she likes a clean den.' Dumping the dry, molded, herbs outside the den, he went on to clean his nest; she has asked him to do so a while back, but he got sidetracked and forgot to do it, "Silverbrook would want this done," he said softly. Pushing most of the moss to the side and picking out the stray moss that has found its way to the main path of the den, he brushed them back into his nest and began tucking them away with feathers and other soft materials. After this was done, he checked then den once last time before grabbing the dry, now good-for-nothing herbs, and walking to the camp entrance he took one last glance back before ducking his head and heading out. ( izzyandgrace wanna join in? [somewhere])
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