[Monsters are fun] Snowkits Death :[

[.Whitey.]

OOC: I thinkits time for Snowkit to go, she hasn't been active.

Snowkits pale eyes stared out beyond onto the thick black tar. nothing was in sight. Even though she was only around 3 moons, she still hadn't been noticed by her siblings yet. Snowkit would prove herself. She would cross over to ShadowClan and steal prey, just to show she was clever and strong. Her paw touched the thunderpath and then, as quickly as it went on she ripped it straight back off. The surface was cold, demeaning and a funny texture. She placed her paw firmly on this time, then the next paw until she was on the Thunderpath. Snowkit grinned, This isn't so bad. I can't see why dad was so scared. she mewed to herself. Soon, she was on the middle of the thunderpath, studying the little dashes across the middle of it. It wreaked but she didn't care, she just looked about cautiously and she hadn't realised what hit her. It was quick, and painless. The death of Snowkit wouldn't go unnoticed. Her eyes dimmed and she noticed, the stars, even though it was day were brighter than ever, almost enticing. It felt as though she had stood up and walked towards the stars. Her body took one final breath and her soul passed to StarClan.

OOC: *sniffles* Anyone can join, Whitestripe her father will take her back to camp to mourn.

[&&Ðяëāmÿ[ðòñò]]

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[.Whitey.]

Whitestripes scent became more and more clear as he neared the Thunderpath. Snowkit? he mewed cautiously. What was wrong with his daughter? The last he'd said was how stupid she was for trying to attack a loner, now he was worried. What happened if she had been attacked or taken by a rogue? He would never forgive himself. He rounded the corner of a tree and stopped. Willowpaw! What are you... as he padded closer he noticed as small fluffy limp body spattered in blood lying on the floor. Whitestripe raced across.
Snowkit, Snowkit! he mewed nosing his daughter helplessly ignoring the she-cat. It felt as if his heart had broken in two. Literally.

[&&Ðяëāmÿ[ðòñò]]

[/b] It was Whitestripe. He had stopped shortly as he saw his daughter.

As the WindClan tom hurried to Snowkit, Willowpaw backed up to give him some room. Her voice shook as she meowed She was hit by a monster. I heard something crack and when I looked up, she was there in the ThunderPath. She meowed. This is the third death today. Oh, Whitestripe, I'm sorry that I hadn't have seen her before hand. She meowed. When she had Kits, she would make sure to keep a close eye on them, though she knew that her Clan would punish her for it. Would you like for me to go with you to your camp and explain what has happened? She meowed, her voice worried that he might not be able to tell the story from distress. For some reason, she had long to go to WindClan though she had no idea why she had felt this way.[/size][/ul]

[.Whitey.]

Whitestripe nosed Snowkits lifeless body caringly. Yes... I suppose. he mewed faintly. He licked her pelt carefully. whitestripe hadn't been so sad in moons. Her Clan will mourn for her. he said solemnly as he nudged her daughters pelt. Oh Snowkit, why did you think you weren't good enough? he wailed at his daughter knowing that she wouldn't respond, only though he could almost hear his daughter say 'But Dad, I was trying to show how strong I was.' He pricked his ears as i he had truely heard it, however it was a whisp on the wind. His daughter, was well and truely gone.