Post by rex. on Aug 22, 2008 11:43:39 GMT -5
Kashclaw's paws numbly found their way toward the leaders den, but for once in his life it would not be to seek counsel with his leader...her presence would never more grace this place after sun high.
It was nearly dawn, and the new light of day that was just visible over the grassy horizon casted an Erie shadow upon the windClan camp-emphasizing the gloom and despair that already plagued the clan, and as Kashclaw left the two dead bodies in the middle of the clearing, he could not help keep back a tear.Why Rosestar? Why PRETTYPELT?? why hadn't you just let me come, i would have helped!
The black tom collapsed on the floor just before Rosestar's nest, his mass making a whumph! and sending dust billowing out away from him in great swirls of soot. He could still smell Rosestar in here. like she had just been there but stepped out for bit to tell her deputy to help assemble a patrol.
It was not so. Rosestar had wanted to get out of camp and do a patrol herself, saying it was not necessary for Kashclaw to come, that it would be better for the deputy to remain there and watch over camp, while she picked out among all the other cats, Prettypelt; his one true love, who had been giving Whitepaw a nice solid licking, and making her fur stick out....
Whitepaw...Pantherpaw....they were all he had left...
he felt suddenly that he should be consoling them right now, telling them that their mother would now be hunting with StarClan, and would watch over them...but he couldn't bring himself to his paws. He felt like such a terrible father, and a terrible deputy for not realizing sooner that his leader and mate had not yet returned from the dawn patrol. At that point, the sun was beginning to sink beneath the trees, and many horrible thoughts went through his head, willing them not to be true....but it was.
The horrible flashback took him along the path that Rosestar and Prettypelt had taken. Pantherpaw had followed his father, despite his telling him to go with the evening patrol, he had to find them himself, but his son, black-furred and bone-headed as himself, had stubbornly refused. the trail led away from the border, and it was his son behind him who had asked what that strange smell was. He had been so engrossed with following the trail of the two she-cats that he hadn't noticed it- Loners! and a rather large group of them at that. Their presence was stale, just as his mates was. It wasn't long though until their paths intertwined...and then there was the smell of blood...
Kashclaw's body quivered and he curled up into a fetal position as he buried his face in his large paws. Hawkpaw had gone missing as well. He hadn't remembered Rosestar inviting her son with her, but he had gone missing, just as they left.
Such horrible times....how could this happen?? It had been the hardest thing for Kashclaw to do as he and the evening patrol, (whom Pantherpaw had dutifully found when the bodies of the two she-cats were discovered among the long grasses, bodies splayed and broken as though they had been tossed around like a fox would to prey) to address his clan and tell them the unnecessary.
All through the night he had been curled up next to Prettypelt, silent and in vigil. He had been thinking of the old days; Prettypelt who had at the time been Prettypaw, and he, Kashpaw, how he had tried to avoid Prettypelts constant attempts to make him fall in love with her, and how he swore he wouldn't give her the pleasure of having him as her mate...but over time their friendship grew, and once they were both made warriors, he finally accepted Prettypelt. The only thing that he could think of that could measure his love for that bossy Bengal, was Prettypelt herself, he loved her just as much as she, and now she was gone...
Once more, he was back in Rosestar's old den. He heard a commotion outside, that would be the elders moving the bodies to be buried...and he couldn't bear to look at them again, not even if it were for the last time....
He was the new leader of WindClan, he had even more of a responsibility than before, but he couldn't imagine making the trip up to the highstones...not now. not after he had lost everything..
he felt that the forest had stopped moving and he was stuck in the middle of it curled up pathetically in the midst of all this despair
ooc: hope their deaths were not already determined and i missed it "/
sorry about the really long post too..
It was nearly dawn, and the new light of day that was just visible over the grassy horizon casted an Erie shadow upon the windClan camp-emphasizing the gloom and despair that already plagued the clan, and as Kashclaw left the two dead bodies in the middle of the clearing, he could not help keep back a tear.Why Rosestar? Why PRETTYPELT?? why hadn't you just let me come, i would have helped!
The black tom collapsed on the floor just before Rosestar's nest, his mass making a whumph! and sending dust billowing out away from him in great swirls of soot. He could still smell Rosestar in here. like she had just been there but stepped out for bit to tell her deputy to help assemble a patrol.
It was not so. Rosestar had wanted to get out of camp and do a patrol herself, saying it was not necessary for Kashclaw to come, that it would be better for the deputy to remain there and watch over camp, while she picked out among all the other cats, Prettypelt; his one true love, who had been giving Whitepaw a nice solid licking, and making her fur stick out....
Whitepaw...Pantherpaw....they were all he had left...
he felt suddenly that he should be consoling them right now, telling them that their mother would now be hunting with StarClan, and would watch over them...but he couldn't bring himself to his paws. He felt like such a terrible father, and a terrible deputy for not realizing sooner that his leader and mate had not yet returned from the dawn patrol. At that point, the sun was beginning to sink beneath the trees, and many horrible thoughts went through his head, willing them not to be true....but it was.
The horrible flashback took him along the path that Rosestar and Prettypelt had taken. Pantherpaw had followed his father, despite his telling him to go with the evening patrol, he had to find them himself, but his son, black-furred and bone-headed as himself, had stubbornly refused. the trail led away from the border, and it was his son behind him who had asked what that strange smell was. He had been so engrossed with following the trail of the two she-cats that he hadn't noticed it- Loners! and a rather large group of them at that. Their presence was stale, just as his mates was. It wasn't long though until their paths intertwined...and then there was the smell of blood...
Kashclaw's body quivered and he curled up into a fetal position as he buried his face in his large paws. Hawkpaw had gone missing as well. He hadn't remembered Rosestar inviting her son with her, but he had gone missing, just as they left.
Such horrible times....how could this happen?? It had been the hardest thing for Kashclaw to do as he and the evening patrol, (whom Pantherpaw had dutifully found when the bodies of the two she-cats were discovered among the long grasses, bodies splayed and broken as though they had been tossed around like a fox would to prey) to address his clan and tell them the unnecessary.
All through the night he had been curled up next to Prettypelt, silent and in vigil. He had been thinking of the old days; Prettypelt who had at the time been Prettypaw, and he, Kashpaw, how he had tried to avoid Prettypelts constant attempts to make him fall in love with her, and how he swore he wouldn't give her the pleasure of having him as her mate...but over time their friendship grew, and once they were both made warriors, he finally accepted Prettypelt. The only thing that he could think of that could measure his love for that bossy Bengal, was Prettypelt herself, he loved her just as much as she, and now she was gone...
Once more, he was back in Rosestar's old den. He heard a commotion outside, that would be the elders moving the bodies to be buried...and he couldn't bear to look at them again, not even if it were for the last time....
He was the new leader of WindClan, he had even more of a responsibility than before, but he couldn't imagine making the trip up to the highstones...not now. not after he had lost everything..
he felt that the forest had stopped moving and he was stuck in the middle of it curled up pathetically in the midst of all this despair
ooc: hope their deaths were not already determined and i missed it "/
sorry about the really long post too..
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