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Post by Cactusdog on Jan 3, 2018 4:33:58 GMT
It hadn't been long since Timberstar's bloody corpse was found by the border patrol. He was dragged to the center of camp, his fur full with twigs and matted from blood. A single bullet was found in his throat. She knew he must have lived his last lives in a constant cycle of pain unable to heal fully due to the severity of the wound. The whole clan gathered around it their eyes dark and sad. Birchstrike let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding. She padded up and leaped onto the high rock. "All cats old enough to catch their own prey gather under the high rock for a clan meeting."She called. She looked at the crowd of cats looking at her as their new leader their was something in their eyes...Desperation...? Maybe they thought she could solve everything with simply holding a meeting. She couldn't mend the hole his death left with a few brief words. Timberstar was her only true friend, she confided in him, loved him and supported him as he did her. She cleared her throat in which she felt a lump. "This...Is...Not right." She said feeling her throat closing up. "No cats should have to die-"She stopped catching her breath. "...At the hands of a twoleg." Her eyes drifted to her brother's bloodied corpse. She took a deep breath. "I will travel to the Mooncave and choose a new deputy when I get back." She said trying not to think about her brother. Timberstar was a great leader and an even greater friend and it hurt. He died so suddenly...So horrifically... Word Count: 276 Notes:- Tags: Mama Hotcakes aspenheart Icarus |
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Post by aspenheart on Jan 4, 2018 2:12:56 GMT
Tornpelt had been working quietly in the middle of camp, helping the medicine cat prepare the body for burial and vigil as he knew was his duty. The creak of his bones was ignored as he removed the sharp, deadly rock. They would clean as much of the blood as they could, and make sure he looked at least somewhat at peace. He dressed the body with mint and thyme to mask the scent of death, and a bit of lavender to calm anyone who came to mourn. He didn't know much about herbs, but he knew what the medicine cat told him, and that was plenty. It was no shock to him when Birchstrike called the meeting. He did not move from his place in the center of camp. Instead, the elder simply turned to her. "I will travel to the Mooncave and choose a new deputy when I get back."Tornpelt couldn't help but bristle his pelt. His head raised, and then he called out. "Birchstrike. You an' I both know that's against the warrior code. The new deputy must be elected before Moonhigh, the day of Timberstar's death. What if something were to happen to you on the way there? Then we'd be left with no leadership."Cactusdog |
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Post by Cactusdog on Jan 4, 2018 19:13:22 GMT
Birchstrike's tail twitched irritably. She had rarely ever talked to Tornpelt, he was an old grumpy tom. If Tornpelt wanted to boss cats around so much she'd let him. "If I am not back before Moonhigh you can be deputy Tornpelt." Since there was nothing in the code saying a leader couldn't switch deputies even if she didn't arrive back in time there'd still technacially be a deputy. She leapt down from the rock. "I will be back very soon." she said shooting a glare towards Tornpelt. "Anyone else have any concerns?" she said in a low growl. Her eyes flickered back to her brother's body and her heart sank. She was rarely ever like this, she never raised her voice always talking in the same creamy and seductive tone. I'll try to be a good leader. For you. She had often planned for if she was to become leader but she never really expected it to happen since they were the same age and he had many more lives than her. Word Count: 172 Notes: - Tags: aspenheart |
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Post by aspenheart on Jan 5, 2018 0:01:13 GMT
Tornpelt grunted quietly and sat over Timberstar, his eyes raising to the sky. Well, he thought, if nothing else he could pick someone better. His ears laid flat, and he silently resolved himself for the vigil. Tornpelt had outlived far too many cats, and this was the fourth leader he'd seen die. No cat should live that long, he thought. No cat should have to see that many generations come and go. The elder took in a slow breath. He was far older than he'd ever imagined, and what was left of his bright ginger fur puffed out. Tonight he'd bury his leader, and that was that. If StarClan willed it, he would live to see the death of another, but he was far too old to become one himself. Cactusdog |
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Post by syd on Jan 6, 2018 0:02:18 GMT
Willowpelt had just finished a meal when she heard a rush of voices coming from the center of camp. She could feel something was wrong, so she quickly headed out of the warriors den.
Behind a group of elders, she spotted the body of their leader, Timberstar. Willowpelt couldn't help but wince, it looked as if he had suffered a very painful death and she didn't wish that upon any one, especially him. Timberstar had been a great leader, and she had respected him.
Willowpelt made her way over to the elders, wanting to pay her respects. She was distracted by Birchstrike announcing that she was heading to the Moonstone. What? Why so soon? Willowpelt wondered, trying to figure out why she would risk breaking a part of the code. But Birchstrike was now the leader and she would respect that. "Be safe, Birchstrike. The clan needs you back," she meowed.
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