don't tell me this is goodbye [all SC]

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[atrb=style, background: #9ba68f; border: dashed #FFFFFF 0px; border-radius:20px 20px 0px 0px;] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border: solid #000000 0px; width: 400px; height: 400px; float: left; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 25px; padding-top: 25px;] [/style] spottedfern The distance from the Marshlands to camp had never been longer in the tortoiseshell she-cat's life. This day had been one of the worst in her life, and her body ached with remembrance in every step. Her jaws held, as best she could, mind you, the lifeless form of a grey tomcat. The small boy was covered in water, mud (which had crusted over by now), and blood from where his leg had once been. There had been a trail of crimson from behind Spottedfern, which she occasionally made her stop walking to cover the blood with dirt as to not attract the beast that killed her apprentice. As she finally made her way into camp, Spottedfern's pelt looked almost no different than the tom she was carrying. Her tortoiseshell fur glistened with water and mud that almost camouflaged her. There was blood around her mouth and paws from licking at the tomcat's wounds. The worst scene on Spottedfern was her face. Her face looked lost, decimated, and almost empty. Even though the she-cat was always an optimist to an extent, you would have never known it today. Her pale green eyes had become hollow orbs, red as can be from pain. Around the edges of her eyes were patches of fur that were disheveled from the constant crying that she had been doing. Even now, tears once again clouded up in her eyes. Her brows frowned and her eyes went wide with such a pain even a kit would cry. The tears fell out at an alarming rate as she neared the camp, her visage so vulnerable-looking and numb except for the tears. Spottedfern made her way to the center of camp and dropped the body, easy and slowly, to the ground in front of the Duskstone. She stared at the lifeless body of Galepaw, her proud apprentice, for another moment before the tears began once more. How much would she cry today? How many more tears could she shed before her body finally gave way in exhaustion. But none of those questions were on her mind - only Galepaw was. Choking back her tears, she knew she'd have to call out to the Clan to get them here, especially Crimsonstar and Frostfoot. But her mouth was so dry and her breathing was so labored that she felt she couldn't yell anymore. One sideways glance at Galepaw changed her mind. She would be strong for him. "Crimsonstar! … Frostfoot! … Everyone!" she yowled as loud as she could, only to end up heavy panting. She waited for a reply, never leaving Galepaw's side. She gave him a few licks to his pelt to attempt to clean him up a bit for when everyone should see him for the last time. She closed her hollow eyes, attempting to breathe steadily. It was hard. It was so hard for her. But she tried to maintain her composure in time for the Clan to gather around the body of the fallen apprentice. table & image manip © minty, image © sxc.hu

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OOC| Spotted's themesong for this thread: HERE
Good, sad song :(

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Frostfoot was lying in her nest, happily dreaming about Stormstar in Fourtrees with her. They were chasing each other in a game of tag, bouncing on top of and around the Great Rock, having a joyful time. Stormstar stopped and looked at Frostfoot. "Frostfoot, I have to tell you something." Stormstar mewed softly. He started to speak again, but a tidal wave of crimson blood slammed into the clearing, staining the grass and shoving the great oaks to the ground. Frostfoot yowled with terror and jolted awake. Her eyes snapped open with alarm, her fur bushed up in every direction. She scented the air frantically. The smell of blood was real! Frostfoot leaped out of the warriors den in one quick, swift movement in her alarmed state. She landed in the clearing. She saw Spottedfern in the center of the clearing with a muddy lump of fur in front of her. Frostfoot recognized Galepaw and landed clumsily in her shock. She staggered forward a mouse length and stared at the apprentice. The scent of death clinging to his pelt was unmistakable. Frostfoot padded slowly over to Galepaw, her eyes rimmed with white around the frosty blue.

"What happened to him?" She asked softly, sniffing Galepaw. She lifted her head and looked at Spottedfern. The deputy pressed up against the she-cat and licked her ear in attempt to comfort her at least a little. "It's okay, Spottedfern. He's safe now, in StarClan." Frostfoot whispered softly. Seeing as Crimsonstar had yet to appear, Frostfoot nudged Spottedfern softly. "Clean him off, I'll fetch Crimsonstar." Frostfoot mewed gently and hurried across the clearing. She thrust her head into her leader's den. "Crimsonstar.You must see this. It's Galepaw, he's.... he's dead." Without another word, Frostfoot bounded back over to Spottedfern and crouched beside the she-cat, lapping carefully at Galepaw's fur until is shined brightly in the sun. Clouds quickly covered the sky and the sun was blocked out. Rain fell in the ShadowClan camp as if they too were mourning for Galepaw. Frostfoot's throat tightened with a large lump that seemed to be lodged in her throat. Tears swelled in her eyes until all Frostfoot could see was Galepaw's bleeding, broken body. Rage surged through Frostfoot as she glanced at his leg, shredded by the teeth and claws of whatever had killed the apprentice. Frostfoot buried her face in Galepaw's fur, drinking in what little of his scent was left. It wouldn't be long before his body chilled and his scent would be destroyed by the smell of death and blood. Suddenly she smelled something else. A sharp smell, a distinctive smell. Just then, Frostfoot was thrown into her memories...

It was sunhigh and Frostfoot was padding cheerfully around ShadowClan's territory with the deputy, Hailfur. He was a strict tom, but he was also a kind tom. He was a large, silver colored tom with flecks of grey in his fur and eyes as blue as Frostfoot's. They padded close together, their fur brushing together. Frostfoot loved Hailfur, and Hailfur loved Frostfoot. However, neither knew how the other felt but had a pretty good idea. The air was warm and alive with the scents of New-leaf and Frostfoot was enjoying the day's beauty. It was then that Hailfur veered into Frostfoot's path. She didn't have time to stop and ran right into the large tom. She staggered back a step and looked into his eyes. "Frostfoot. I have to tell you something." He mewed, his eyes glittering with love for the she-cat. "Yes, Hailfur?" Frostfoot's breath caught in her throat. She knew what was coming next. "I know you want to be more than friends, I can see it in the way you look at me. And Frostfoot, I feel the same way. I can't ever stop thinking about you, every time I close my eyes, I see your face. In every dream you are never far away. Frostfoot. I love you." Hailfur purred. Frostfoot pressed against the silver tom. "Ilove you too." She had hardly finished speaking when the yowl of twolegs sounded dangerously close. Frostfoot bristled and Hailfur's thick fur bushed instantly. They both looked around and saw four twolegs carrying a shiny box between them. Hailfur immediately stood in front of Frostfoot, as if shielding her, and crouched low. Frostfoot followed his example. The twolegs set the shiny box down and pulled open a door that flashed in the sun, blinding the cats temporarily. Frostfoot regained her vision in time to see a large, brown thing slip from the box and into the wetlands of the marsh. Alarmed, Hailfur backed into Frostfoot, forcing her back toward camp, but she refused to move and stepped aside when he nudged her back. The wind picked up and carried a strange scent with it.

Could that be what came out of that box? Frostfoot blinked her eyes. Whatever came out of that box all those moons ago... it's still here and it killed Galepaw... Frostfoot shuddered and pain surged through her as she remembered that just half a moon ago, she became deputy because Hailfur had went to the marsh to hunt... and he never came back. Blood was in the marsh, and now Frostfoot realized it was Hailfur's blood. Whatever came out of that box, whatever it was, it had now taken two cats that Frostfoot cared about, a lot. She pushed her anger down. She would hunt down this cat killer another day.

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[atrb=style, background: #9ba68f; border: dashed #FFFFFF 0px; border-radius:20px 20px 0px 0px;] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border: solid #000000 0px; width: 400px; height: 400px; float: left; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 25px; padding-top: 25px;] [/style] spottedfern Spottedfern glanced up as the deputy of ShadowClan, Frostfoot, approached her and Galepaw. Her pale eyes grew wide with grief as Frostfoot came closer, overlooking Galepaw. She, too, looked heartbroken like Spottedfern. As she questioned Spottedfern about what had happened, she tried her best to force words out - despite trampling all over them. "It wuz … *hick* a s-strange a-a… animal. Came out … *cough* of no…. where. I tried to s-sa-ve `im, but too la-ate," she managed to get out, although the words were heavily trampled upon. She was trying so hard to compose herself. As Frostfoot pressed up against her, Spottedfern felt slightly comforted enough to let out a pitiful wail, burying her face in Frostfoot's fur. As Frostfoot left to tell Crimsonstar, Spottedfern glanced down at Galepaw's lifeless body. It really was in terrible shape, no matter how hard she tried to clean him up. She began to groom his fur as quickly and best that she could. "It's okay," she meowed; whether that was for herself or for Galepaw's spirit, it isn't known. As she stared down at the cat, tears dotting her vision, she began to finally calm down. Galepaw wouldn't want her to tear herself up so badly. She knew that he would have wanted her to be strong and brave in such a depressing time. And she tried to be. Frostfoot had come back and began to groom the fallen apprentice next to Spottedfern. She gave the she-cat a twisted smile, trying to hold back her tears to let Frostfoot know how much this meant to her. Frostfoot had also known Galepaw - she had taught him how to fight just the other night. Both of the she-cats had their own bond with the fallen cat. "Thank you," she murmured with her half-smile at the she-cat as they lay in the center of camp, cleaning Galepaw's pelt for him. table & image manip © minty, image © sxc.hu

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[bg=333030][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] C R I M S O N S T A R Crimsonstar's eyes shot open when he heard Frostfoot's words. Galepaw is dead? he thought with horror. Pushing himself up to his paws, he swallowed. He hoped the apprentice hadn't been killed from some battle that he wasn't prepared to deal with. Revenge was not Crimsonstar's cup of tea, and he couldn't figure out why any other Clan would want to war with his. He knew he needed to find out what was going on. He approached Galepaw's body slowly. He could see that the apprentice had been practically torn apart, and he swallowed to clear bile from his throat. If one thing was tell-tale, it was that it probably wasn't inflicted by another cat. It looked like the vicious bites and attack of some wild creature. "What happened?" he asked, though his throat was raspy and he was doing his best to keep from vomiting. His bright blue eyes scanned the form of the apprentice, and then he looked to the two she-cats in front of him. They were obviously distraught, and so was he. The only thing Crimsonstar could do to calm himself down was think about how Galepaw was in StarClan, safe with his ancestors. He shut his eyes. There wouldn't be any pain and suffering there. He knew that Galepaw would be well taken care of. Ever a spiritual cat, Crimsonstar still included a prayer to StarClan. Please take care of him. He sent his silent thoughts towards the stars. Rain was beginning to soak Crimsonstar's pelt. He knew that he had to get to the bottom of what killed Galepaw. He just needed information from the two upset she-cats in front of him. He could feel his body trembling. He was still shaken from the shock of learning that one of his cats had died... and he hadn't been there to stop it.

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[atrb=style, background: #9ba68f; border: dashed #FFFFFF 0px; border-radius:20px 20px 0px 0px;] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border: solid #000000 0px; width: 400px; height: 400px; float: left; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 25px; padding-top: 25px;] [/style] spottedfern The rain mixed with tears had clouded Spottedfern's vision. She was coming undone, but also at her end. All the confusion, fear, and anxiety the situation had made her face had wound her up so much that her body was becoming physically weak. Her leaf-green eyes were so hollow they seemed as those they belonged to a StarClan cat or something not of this world. Her ghostly eyes glanced upon Crimsonstar, edging her body so he could see the full destruction up close, not certain if he wished to or not. Her fur still remained close enough to the apprentice that it brushed up on his wet fur. Spottedfern gazed up at the ruddy-furred leader, a diminishing hope in her eyes. It took all of her remaining strength to speak her next sentence, explaining what happened in better terms: "Gale … was attacked by a slimy … creature … in the marshes," she managed to get out through much choking and breaths. Finally, feeling lightheaded and losing so much of her strength, Spottedfern fainted on the spot, falling next to Galepaw's fallen side. table & image manip © minty, image © sxc.hu

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Stormtail was awoken from his slumber by a pleading cry "Crimsonstar! … Frostfoot! … Everyone!" it sounded, and the grey tom soon recognized it to be Spottedfern, but her scent was lathered with fear, and grief. What in StarClans name? he thought to himself as he got to his paws and exited the warriors den to emerge into the clearing.

Blood...? The stench filled his senses like the darkness fills the night. The young warrior took at step back at the stench, but then focused his gaze to see Galepaw in the clearing... Dead. Stormtail stretched his eyes wide, his gaze fixed on the apprentice. Dragging his gaze away to look to Spottedfern, who had said that a slimy thing in the marsh attacked Galepaw before collapsing.

As rain poured down on his grey pelt, making him seem black in color, he held his tounge, unable to say anything. (But really, whats new?) All he could do is stand there in shock, and wait... Wait for Crimsonstar to say something, anything.

[мυsε★]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][bg=0c2641] It seemed like any other day, the sky cloudy with clouds that were more than ready to spring a leak. The clan moved quietly, most having done their duties early in the morning to avoid doing such in the pouring rain later on. The cats paced and shifted, eager and both weary for the oncoming rains. Fallingfeather remained in her den. She didn't enjoy the feeling of rain on her pelt and she had to organize her stores before winter came and herbs would be hard to come by. She already noted with a carefully drawn paw that she would need much more poppy seeds and a lot more cobwebs along with catmint and feverfew. The medicine cat found her head shaking heavily, how she wished whitecough and greencough didn't welcome them this winter. Signing softly, she slowly began to tug the herbs into her mouth and paws working them back into their own snug dirt mounds. That's when she heard the frantic call.. The she-cat's ears went skyward, and her paws shoved away from the earth and turning she stalked out of the den. What she saw startled her greatly, and the female took in a deep breath. It was clear, the cat Spottedfern returned with was far from her aid, he was dead. Galepaw.. Fallingfeather's paws remained planted against the damp ground as the cats spoke among themselves but the she-cat watched Spottedfern carefully and it was clear she was on the borderline. Hearing all that she needed to hear, Fallingfeather returned to her den taking out the needed herbs to treat the scrambled she-cat. She placed a small stalk of chamomile aside and placed two poppy seeds on a small leaf. Drifting from her den she was surprised to feel the rain tickle at her sensitive pelt, ignoring the feeling she looked to Crimsonstar and than to Frostfoot hoping they were done with their questions. The medicine cat wasted no time ushering her way to Spottedfern. 'You need to come in my den, you've been exposed to the elements and the rain won't help.' Glancing to her leader and deputy she issued a nod, 'Surely if you have any more questions they can be answered in my den where the rain is not an issue. Stormtail? Perhaps, you shall aid the others in moving Galepaw under shelter so others may offer vigil before the burial?' Intent emerald orbs dared anyone to question her, if anything Fallingfeather was young but very clear to the point. When there was an issue and no one knew how to react she was always there with a strong head and even firmer paw. 'I'm taking Spottedfern into my den now, and I will seek guidance from StarClan as to these creatures.' Fallingfeather wasted no time for answers instead she nudged Spottedfern with her nose where the herbs awaited. one more day, still here

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