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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Nov 29, 2008 18:07:43 GMT -5
There it lay. Just cooling, too - it hadn't been dead long. Blood wasn't pooling around it, but clotted and damp on the shaggy, loose gray pelt. Details were made unimportant by the sight. Once so full of compassion and life, it was now still and never will love again.
The details, though seemingly unimportant, were there and vital to understanding. There was no sign of a struggle, but instead a scent trail leading towards New ShadowClan's camp. The trail faded away and became impossible to track, but it was clear where the body had been brought from. There was very little fur under the worn down claws; there hadn't been much of a fight. The medicine cat had been killed quickly.
The wounds weren't all straight or well-dealt, but they were all deep. Each was near the gray she-cat's head or neck and every single one was aimed to kill. It hadn't taken the determined murderer all that many tries. That was obvious. All the little signs - the way the blood was drying, the placement of the blows - pointed to an experienced killer with a specific target.
The placement of the body was also a clearly thought-out choice. ThunderClanners would be able to scent the fresh, salty tang from their territory, but would not be able to see the limp form. They would have to cross the border onto the newly acquired territory of their enemies. There was no way that a fight could be avoided over the tragedy.
All of this Cinderheart saw from above. She had been killed a little while ago, and not in New ShadowClan land. She had just witnessed, with deep grief, the trap being set. Touslepelt's cunning had no match. There would be a battle. A battle that needed to happen - but it didn't need to be now. It didn't need to be just when Touslepelt wanted it. He could throw the forest into turmoil with a flex of his brilliant mind. But I will guide them, she promised silently, looking down as her Clanmates searched for her still-warm body. I will not let that murderer triumph.
ooc; this thread is in control of Midnight, as is Cinderheart's body.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Nov 30, 2008 3:00:46 GMT -5
Midnightstar A group of cats trekked swiftly through ThunderClan’s great forest with purpose, each of them there to find one of their own; one most precious to them all. A large black tom was in the lead, his bright yellow eyes lit with unmatchable determination. His jaw was taut as he padded on quickly; occasionally slowing to make sure he was following the same scent trail they’d all discovered. Cinderheart’s trail was already leading the search party toward the ShadowClan border. Midnightstar gritted his teeth together, why had his Medicine Cat had to pick ShadowClan of all places to look for herbs? He could feel his daughter’s pelt brush against his own and he looked over at her with his yellow gaze. She stared back at him with her green eyes, the ones that reminded him so much of her mother. With newfound strength he surged forward, his warriors speeding behind him. Midnightstar cleared the ShadowClan border without hesitation, praying to StarClan that the scent trail would not disappear. His raven-black fur was bristled out as a salty stench of fresh blood rose from the cool air, and his whole body was stricken with alarm. He raced forward, leaving the search party behind as he pushed his way through the undergrowth, throwing all the rest of his dwindling caution into the wind. Midnightstar burst through the trees and skidded to a dead stop. In front of his paws, less than a mouse-length away, was the still form of a cat. Blood matted and tangled its fur and deep précised cuts lacerated the flesh on its neck. His heart lurched and grief washed over him, eyes wide with disbelief and horror. The leader swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat and he padded slowly up to the lifeless body of Cinderheart. She had been murdered no doubt, and the band of rogues that had taken over ShadowClan were the ones responsible, they had to be! Oh, Cinderheart… He whispered, voice cracking with anguish. How could I let them do this to you? Midnightstar leaned forward and pressed his nose into her lukewarm flank, wanting her to suddenly lift her head up and tell him everything was going to be alright. She couldn’t though, because she was dead. He lifted his head, hearing the thundering pawsteps of the patrol closing in. Cinderheart was gone, and he could do nothing of it. She had done so much for ThunderClan, so much for him, and so much for his love, Desertstar. She had helped keep secret the forbidden birth of his kits, and had healed his injuries countless times. Cinderheart had done nothing of wrongness to deserve such unjustified death; she had only helped cats not caused them any harm! The jet black tom gave the Medicine Cat’s shoulder a respectful lick and bowed his head. Goodbye, Cinderheart, may you find your place in the stars with our ancestors. Midnightstar murmured, closing his yellow eyes, trying to picture her in walking in the skies of StarClan with a glorious pelt that shimmered with starlight.
Purestep Purestep saw her leader’s form crouched up ahead and her hope plummeted into a dark abyss of dread. Oh, no! She thought, her panic rising. She stopped when she had cleared the trees, spring green eyes broadened with shock as she saw the body of Cinderheart sprawled on the ground, bloody and lifeless. Midnightstar did not move an inch; he just sat and stared at the Medicine Cat’s unmoving form. Sympathy clouded her pretty light emerald gaze. He and Cinderheart had been very close; it was hard to see him so crestfallen. [/size]
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Post by xXIvyXx on Nov 30, 2008 9:15:36 GMT -5
"Midnightstar?" Ivypaw asked. The young female apprentice cautiously walked towards him. WHen she was a mouse length close, the reek of blood hit her nose. "Cinderheart?" She asked in hopes she might be alive somehow. After no response Ivypaw knew that the medicine cat was well on her way to StarClan.
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Post by //Diamonte . x on Nov 30, 2008 14:05:07 GMT -5
Tigerfang lifted his head, his pale green eyes staring down at the body of the medicine cat. His expression stern. Diamondleaf had warned about something that this would happen. He himself crouched down, murmered a sad sentance and stood again. He didn't sniff her fur long enough to find out who did this to her, he already knew. ShadowClan. He felt himself growl, a deep drawn out sound of pure anger and sadness, he claws scaring deep lines in the spongy ground.
Cinderheart...
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Dec 1, 2008 21:31:34 GMT -5
ooc; This is the only time I will RP her as a Star-Clanner without consulting the other admins first.
She couldn't let her long-time friends mourn alone. It was a terrible, wonderful sight. They were so deeply upset that she could feel their aching sadness for her life as it stretched into the heavens. "Goodbye," she whispered, her voice the brisk wind, as she bowed her head in respect to Midnightstar and to all of the other ThunderClanners who grieved her death. She let her spirit form flow down, like a rivers filled with silvery waters and smooth-shaped rocks, to light beside her once-leader. She had seen so many cats come and go with the passing of the seasons, and she had known eventually that her turn would come. But she outlived so many noble warriors and sweet queens. She watched the medicine cats of other Clans be replaced during sad ceremonies. Now her apprentices would have to replace her.
In the midst of the group now, she let her newly flexible presence stretch out and invisibly touch all of the members of her Clan, and any ShadowClanner who was taking the time to bow their head for another Clan's beloved. She looked at her own lifeless body and felt a pang of something - not quite sadness, but something - as she realized that she would never pad through the bustling ThunderClan camp again. She had prepared herself for her own death, but she could see now how childish she had been. I was afraid. Afraid to leave them behind. But she hadn't really left them behind, and she knew it. She knew that she would be able to guide them now from a different place. It hurt her to see them so sad, but she knew they would pull themselves back together.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Dec 2, 2008 20:15:24 GMT -5
OOC: We should wait for Dreamy and Seasle.
Midnightstar The breeze picked up, carrying with it a strange whispering sound. Midnightstar knew; he knew it was his medicine cat saying her farewell. He could feel her presence on every hair of his pelt and a shiver crawled up his spine. Grief coursed through his body, along with some underlying guilt. He’d let his medicine cat die to the paws of some no good rogues! Though, amidst the sadness and guilt, he felt comforted by the fact she would always watch over him and she would always watch over ThunderClan. The black tom inhaled the cool air, tasting the last of the gray she-cat’s lingering scent. He would probably never smell her familiar scent until he himself joined the ranks of his warrior ancestors. His mind began to wander, back to when he was a younger, stronger deputy. He’d fell in love with his own leader and together they’d had kits. Midnightstar realized that it would’ve been too hard to carry on life if he had seen Desertstar like the medicine cat. Limp, bedraggled body with blood spattered across every angle of the lifeless cat. It wasn’t that he hadn’t cared for Cinderheart, but Desertstar had been the love of his life. It was hard enough to accept that she had just disappeared. Midnightstar pushed the thought away and a new one sprouted, filled with memories. He could remember fighting in fierce battles and returning to ThunderClan camp with wounds lacing his body, head held up proudly, but limping through the clearing with his Clanmates trailing behind. At the other side of the camp he had poked his head in Cinderheart’s den, reporting the news. He had refused his own treatment before the other injured warriors, and he could remember every detail of the moment it had finally been his turn to be treated. Midnightstar could see the concerned, caring reflected in her eyes and the careful poultices and cobwebs she had applied to each of his wounds. He sighed wistfully and opened his eyes. Good bye, he repeated in a whisper. No cat will ever forget what you’ve done for your Clan.
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Post by &&Ðяëāmÿ[ðòñò] on Dec 3, 2008 16:05:58 GMT -5
It was tough to look at the body of the she-cat who had mentored her. She had no words for what had happened and she knew that she should have insisted on going when the she-cat had asked Cinderheart. But the old Medicine Cat had refused and wanted her to stay and watch as her kits became apprentices. She slowly walked over to her mentor, or, her old mentor now. The words burned at the back of her throat as she knelt down next to the limp, cinder form and shoved her nose gently into the stale scented fur. She closed her eyes, remembering how the old days when she had first started her training, how she never really got along with Embersight. Now Embersight was to be her mentor, right?
Hawkpaw froze once she saw the dead bodie and her whole bodie trembled. What had happened? She knew that she should have not done this, that she should have just stayed back at camp where no one would see her shocked expression.
[ Sorry, museless ]
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Post by Midnightstorm on Dec 13, 2008 14:06:39 GMT -5
Blackheart
Blackheart couldn't believe it. Her friend and healer was gone. Maybe she wasn't dead. Maybe just maybe she was alive inside of all of us."Midnightstar" she paused. "maybe she's not dead. Maybe just maybe she lives inside of all of us. but i just wish we could bring yesterday back around because now i know what it's like to lose a clan member. Now i feel ready to be a true warrior. to be in battle wasn't enough to lose someone is." she started to walk back to camp.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Dec 14, 2008 12:36:43 GMT -5
ooc; actually, RogueClan didn't murder Cinderheart. The Clan-Cats think that New ShadowClan did, but it was actually Touslepelt who killed her and dragged her onto New ShadowClan territory. The ThunderClanner's don't know that, and probably won't find out for quite a while.
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Post by Midnightstorm on Dec 14, 2008 16:53:47 GMT -5
occ: oh crap. sorry I'll delete that part
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Dec 14, 2008 19:00:59 GMT -5
OOC: I PMed all the people who were supposed to be in this thread... So, could you please delete your post?
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Post by Midnightstorm on Dec 17, 2008 16:34:50 GMT -5
occ: cool i deleted that part (luna)
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Dec 19, 2008 16:32:01 GMT -5
OOC: I kind of meant your whole post, but that's okay, I guess... As for the thread participators I plan on making the announcement of Cinderheart's death incredibly soon. Get ready for the battle-training to commence!(:
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Post by Midnightstorm on Dec 19, 2008 18:42:26 GMT -5
OCC: yaaaaaa!
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Post by xXIvyXx on Dec 19, 2008 23:57:43 GMT -5
Ivypaw's sorrow for the ThunderClan Medicine cat instantly vanished, replaced by anger. The she-cat wanted to rip the fur off of the cat who did this. As every minute passes, her anger grew. "Midnightstar? I personally don't think she deserves to die like this. I think we should attack New ShadowClan for what they did to Cinderheart." Ivypaw meowed angrily, now she wasn't mad but outraged. "Soon." The apprentince meowed, her claws digging into the earth.
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