|
Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Jun 20, 2006 14:23:57 GMT -5
A yowl interrupted the peaceful air of the camp and soon the camp entrance rustled as a blood soaked golden coat charged through slowly, delicate cargo dragged by her jaws. The flame tom could be seen as motionless when Leopardpaw gently placed his head on the ground in the center of the clearing. His mangled body was soaked with blood and they both stank of the Thunderpath. The way the older apprentice looked could make one think she had been run over as well with her pelt soaked with his blood and the shock and grief in her amber eyes.
A sob erupted from her as she curled her long body around her once-handsome mate's body, nuzzling his pelt as if expecting him to awake at any time. He didn't and she never expected him to. Her tongue swiped over his head as tears flowed freely down her cheeks, her whole body shaking with the strong sobs. She buried her head into his crushed side and drew in what little of his warm scent he had.
He was cold. Too cold. She had to warm him. Her pelt fluffed up and she began to tenderly lick his pelt as she would have before when they were together on cold winter nights. Nothing happened. He remained cold, but Leopardpaw felt colder than a fish in a ice-covered river.
Her love was gone. Her best friend. The tom that she expected to grow old with and bare kits to. Her dream was crushed. Her soul was crushed. She felt like her life had been taken from her the instant she saw the lump on the Thunderpath. It was impossible to hide her grief. She let out a wail of loss, loud and pitiful. Never had one heard such a sound. The apprentice had trusted him with her life, had trusted him with her soul, she loved him. And fate had taken him away as if their bond were nothing.
She couldn't stand the stiffness of his body any longer and withdrew, staggering back and sinking down with her paws folded under her. A far away look was placed in her once vibrant amber eyes as she stared at a knob in a tree, thinking about nothing but the warm scent of her beloved and the moments they had shared.
|
|
|
Post by rex. on Jun 20, 2006 14:47:28 GMT -5
birchclaw had been bathing in the sunlight all afternoon, and a sad, horrible caterwaul awoke the point tom. he opened his blue eyes and sat up, shocked at what he saw.... ''leopardpaw?" he murmored. The two cats had not been the best of friends, but even a kit could tell she needed company....no....not from him...not now... ashamed he couldnt do anything to help, he rested his head on his forepaws, blue eyes mysting over as they threatened to water....Firestorm's gone....how....why...?. Blinking, a tear rolled down his beige and auburn striped cheek. Leopardpaw's grief was too much for the spirited young tom. He felt crushed but didnt know why....
slowly, he got up and walked past the once lively warrior, staring at him mornfully as he passed. for a moment, his blue eyes flicked to Leopardpaw. but for a moment only, when he looked ahead again and padded slowly out of camp.
|
|
|
Post by rex. on Jun 20, 2006 14:48:02 GMT -5
ooc: beautiful post Goldy :'[
|
|
|
Post by Marly on Jun 20, 2006 15:22:27 GMT -5
A dark and mottled tortishell she-cat's head could be seen, emerging from the gorse tunnel. Quite pleased with herself, a grin hung off her maw, along with 2 squirrels. Absent mindedly she trotted over to the stock pile, thought of what awonderful day it was where floating around in her delighted skull. As she turned around, her vision now clear of the squirrels, her orange optics fell upon the bengaled apprentice, Leopardpaw. Her smile dropped within an instant as she saw the gloom and dispair in the young cat's eyes, Now what's got her spirits so low? she couldn't help but to think, until her amber gaze fell unto the oh so deathly still body of..."Firestorm!...", the warrior gasped at the mangled and bloody body of the fellow den mate. She understood now the grief of Leopardpaw, it seemed everyone in the whole of the clan knew the young cats were in love. Cloverleaf felt her heart being tugged at when she glanced back up at Leopardpaw, the beautiful apprentice was so young, she didn't deserve this pain. The she-cat slowly padded closer, "Leopardpaw...W-What happened..." Cloverleaf could tell by the smell this was done by the Thunderpath...still, to have it in words, it might help the apprentice accept her love's death.
(ooc: sorry...uber crappy....i'm being distracted...)
|
|
|
Post by shadowkit on Jun 21, 2006 19:48:17 GMT -5
(Good post!)
|
|
|
Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Jun 22, 2006 14:38:41 GMT -5
The she-cat's eyes remained on the knob when Birchclaw passed her, not even caring to glance over or sniff the air to see who it was. It didn't matter. He wasn't Firestorm. She shut her eyes tight and hung her head low, ears flicking toward the sound of a she-cat's voice. Her head moved up to look at Cloverleaf, not registering who she was at first she responded stiffly, not in her right mind. "What does it matter to you?" [/center]
|
|
|
Post by sunstripe on Jun 22, 2006 17:08:09 GMT -5
Sunstripe walked into camp after hunting. Seeing Leopardpaw so sad, she wondered what was wrong, and came over. She gasped as she saw Firestorm's body. "I-I hardly even knew him..." she murmured sadly. "Leopardpaw, I'm so sorry... I mean... I don't know what to say..."
Seeing Leopardpaw in this state worried Sunstripe, although she didn't know her very well, but all she could do was murmur "I'm sorry," once more, and slowly walk away.
|
|
|
Post by Marly on Jun 23, 2006 11:30:52 GMT -5
Cloverleaf looked almost hurt. Did Leopardpaw think that since she was probley closest to Firestorm, she could lash out at others? Insult them in her grief? The torti she-cat's usual soft amber eyes narrowed, "Don't think you we're the only cat who knew Firestorm! Your acting as if your the only cat in the forest. This is a clan, we all cared about Firestorm!" Cloverleaf gave the apprentice a stern look, her tail lashing furiously as she leaped past, mumbling to herself about the selfish apprentice. Cloverleaf was a smart cat she figured, she already knew how he had died, no need to even mess with Leopardpaw, esspeacially if she was acting like this. The black calico took her time walking to Firestorm's limp body. She gently pressed her pink nose to his, kneeling down to begin washing the blood from his caked coat.
|
|
|
Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Jun 23, 2006 16:35:22 GMT -5
The spotted she-cat listened idly, eyes removing themselves from the knob on the tree to look at Cloverleaf and Firestorm's dead body. Her heart clenched in pain and her stomach throbbed, it became hard to breathe. She began to take deep breathes and she made somewhat of a choking sound before her whole body began to shake. It stopped, but she was still left gasping for air from the lack of it she had just had.
He's gone, just like the others. He's with Ironpaw. My brother will watch over him... He's not coming back. What if he doesn't make it to StarClan? Is StarClan even real? Oh Firestorm...
She shut her eyes tight for a moment then walked determinedly to the stiff body, her body almost the same. Muscles could be clearly seen under her pelt as she took her long strides, reaching his side and settling herself down beside him. Her eyes looked around as she puffed out her fur, ready to begin her vigil beside her love and his closest friends.
|
|
|
Post by sunstripe on Jun 23, 2006 23:00:41 GMT -5
Lightningflower padded into camp, humming merrily, very pleased that she had remembered the way back to camp and oblivious to the mourning cats around her. Upon seeing Firestorm's body, she gasped in shock.
|
|
|
Post by ~!@#$%*.Crimson.*%$#@!~ on Jun 24, 2006 9:19:23 GMT -5
Windpaw padded into camp,proudly carrying a big rabbit in his mouth.When he saw Firestorm`s lifeless body,the rabbit dropped from his mouth.Tears streamed down his cheek."F-f-ires-t-orm!!!NOOOOOOOOOO!!!He`s gone!Firestorm!!!"he blubbered.
|
|
streqmy got CMP USE
Guest
|
Post by streqmy got CMP USE on Jul 3, 2006 4:03:20 GMT -5
ooc: i got computer use but i will not be on ,uch anyway...this comp is so slow...anyway notice the spelling? the keyboard is different... ic: Lunarpelt padded into camp. When he saw the body, he had a great shock. He stumbld next to Leopardpawand licked her ear. He wasn't even sure that she knew he was there, his dark pelt blending in with the atmosphere. He sat and thought. Ws he even sad?I don't think so, I hated him. I'm sad for Leopardpaw because of her pain. He actually felt a little joyful. She ,ight love him now!! His mixed feelings confused him....he lay down next to Leopardpaw and drifted away. ooc: will she like him, will she like him?
|
|
|
Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Jul 3, 2006 16:43:11 GMT -5
OOC: STREAMY!!!!
Leopardpaw lifted her spotted head to look at Lunarpelt, purring lightly before laying her head back down, finding his fur near her's slightly comforting. She rubbed her head against Firestorm's side and began to groom him neatly, eyes shut tight. [/center]
|
|
|
Post by ~!@#$%*.Crimson.*%$#@!~ on Jul 3, 2006 18:52:56 GMT -5
Windpaw started to back away,then turned tail and ran out the camp entrance.
|
|
|
Post by STREAMY ?! on Aug 12, 2006 9:57:34 GMT -5
"It's okay, everthing will be all right," Lunarpelt whispered softly in the she-cat's ear. "It's okay, it's all right," he repeated the whole night as Leopardpaw crouched next to her dead love's body. Outside, he might have looked as if he was grieving, but inside, Lunarpelt's mind was a blend of emotion. Poor Leopardpaw...Yes! She might like me...maybe...I hate seeing her like this...
|
|