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1:37pm Apr 5 2012
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Shadow noted this scathing and offensive look from the tabby tom, and gave a huff of what seemed to be derision, before he began to speak again in his somewhat less mocking voice in the presence of the dead leader. He raised his chin and eyed the tom. "How do you formally bury your deceased? I noticed cats attempting to lie near him with their noses in his fur before he was moved and the cats chased off by Scar." This might have been a surprising comment, as it seemed as if the black tom was appreciative of the leader's dying efforts in battle.
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1:53pm Apr 5 2012 (last edited on 1:54pm Apr 5 2012)
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That was not something Brambleclaw knew how to explain, nor was it something that he expected to be asked. His eyes drifted to his leaders body, tense form relaxing slightly. "I'm afraid I've never been involed in dealing with our dead... Death is not something I'm fond of." he replied, giving the black tom an almost accusing look for a moment, "If you would allow us to mourn our dead, and deal with what needs to be dealt with..." He trailed off, eyes returning to his leader. Brambleclaw thought a moment, not sure how to word what he wanted to say. "It would be appreciated if we could properly tend to our wounded, return our kits to their dens. We've lost many today, and while you may not understand the connections we have, they are strong." He wasn't sure what else to say, how to request what he wanted, and thought the clan would want... Why was he even being ut in this position? - - - - - - - - - - "No! I didn't mean to- I was thinking of your-" Flashfoot sighed, shaking his head slightly. The female was running off to get Dewfur to look at his paw while her shoulder was bleeding. There were others hurt worse, and Dewfur would ned his herbs to help them all. His eyes drifted back to the leaders den. He hadn't heard yowling or any other sounds of a fight... So far, so good.
[EDIT: I haven't read the books in awhile... And sincerely don't remember. xD;]
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2:12pm Apr 5 2012 (last edited on 2:13pm Apr 5 2012)
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[They press their noses into their fur and wish them well for Starclan, then take them out side of the camp and bury them, which is done by a couple of cats.]
Shadow watched the tabby as he spoke, and huffed again when he had finished. He stood, advancing on the leader's body before grabbing his motionless form by the scruff and dragging him from the den and into the camp clearing. The other Rogues watched with some sense of confusion - why would Shadow be moving Scar's prize from the den?
The black tomcat put Snowstar down and stepped back, hissing as one of the other Rogues began to stand, forcing him back into a sitting position outside one of the dens. Jumping up onto High Rock, Shadow yowled loudly to the huddled clan. "Listen! Take your Leader and mourn him." He paused, surveying them all. "I'd imagine you would be proud. He fought viciously to defend you." His fur bristled for a moment and he stepped down from the rock. "Move." He lashed out at the Rogues guarding the den entrances, forcing them to vacate across the other side of the clearing. |
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2:29pm Apr 5 2012
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Berryfern was still weaving between her Clanmates when she heard a yowl from High Rock. Spinning around, she narrowed her eyes as she saw the rogue standing in what should have been Snowstar's position. She cringed at his brutal deion of the cat's dying acts, and continued on her search to find Dewfur instead. Pausing to quickly swallow some leftover fresh-kill, she-cat trotted over to a jutting rock in the mountain side that would allow her to search for the medicine cat without being spotted by the rogues. Swiftly, she climbed the steep path to the outcrop and leaped up, her hard pads skidding a little on the rock. Berryfern stooped in a hunter's crouch, and her eyes started flitting around like birds searching for Dewfur's tabby pelt.
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2:37pm Apr 5 2012
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Windpaw was laying pressed up against one of the shrubs near the Warrior's Den, as close as he could get to his mentor's body without being lashed out by the rogues. After the battle was over, he had curled up next to Stormheart, having to be batted away by a strong paw of one of the rogues as they moved the bodies into Dens.
The Apprentice's usually sparkling blue eyes seemed dull. He seemed to have blocked everything out, ignoring activity from the rest of the camp. His wounds were minimal, only a few scratches that were only visible from a little blood oozing onto the white parts of his fur.
His ears perked up he heard the boom of the voice of one of the Rogues demanding they see him as leader. A soft hiss escaped Windpaw's mouth. That Shadow wasn't even deserving to be Snowstar's dirt! He watched with dread as the black tom went into Snowstar's den and brought him out. Windpaw had to look away and close his eyes, his ears flattening. This was wrong, all wrong!
He looked up again only when he heard the tom's voice - much closer - spatting for something to move. Windpaw almost jumped out of his fur, tensing and fluffing up when he thought it was him being spoken to. However when the rogues who were guarding the entrance were forced to move by Shadow, Windpaw relaxed. Quietly, he got to his paws, slipping inside the den as quiet as a mouse.
His jaws clamped shut as he tried to ignore the very faint scent of death. The sight of the dead warriors was too painful, and he kept his head down, his eyes on his paws until he reached Stormheart's body. He sat down beside it, pressing his nose deep into his mentor's fur and going completely still as he gave his mentor his final goodbyes.
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2:56pm Apr 5 2012 (last edited on 3:15pm Apr 5 2012)
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Brambleclaw followed closely behind the rogue as he pulled their leader from the den. Before the rogue had even gone up to announce they could mourn him, he had his nose buried in the white toms fur. Thanking him, wishing him well with StarClan. He looked up after the rogue spoke, noting his brother at the front of the cats coming forward. "What happened?" Flashfoot asked quietly, licking his bothers shoulder. "We'll be getting a small amount of normalacy... Snowstar gave us one last gift. He seemed to have won the toms respect." Brambleclaw replied, sitting close, almost as a guard over their leaders body. Flashfoot looked around, seeing the rogues giving entrance to at least some of the dens. He caught a glimpse of Windpaw, sliding into the warriors den*. All of he surviving young would have problems to work through... But as it seemed now, his brother was right, things would be well. Relaxing, he turned and tucked his own nose into their leaders fur. [Edit: Oops. Assumed it was left where he died. xD]
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3:02pm Apr 5 2012
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[ooc;; || The bodies are in their respective dens. So Stormheart is in the warrior's den, not the nursury. :3]
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3:13pm Apr 5 2012
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From her perch, Berryfern could see many of the events going on in the camp. She watched as Windpaw creeped into the warriors den. Her heart dropped a little lower towards her paws as she remembered the death of Stormheart. I'll mourn him later, she thought, craning her neck to see what was going on at the other end of camp. Leaning forwards from the rock, she saw a small gathering of cats around another body. Lifting up one paw and stretching her brown tail straight out behind her for balance, Berryfern strained to see who it was. She nearly fell from her hiding spot when she realised that is was Snowstar. "What am I doing here? I should be with the others," She whispered to herself.
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3:42pm Apr 5 2012
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Shadow was sat in front of the leader's den, surveying the mourning cats with an ice cold stare from his grey-yellow eyes. His tail twitched slightly; the only sign of movement from the stony posture he was holding himself in. As he stared at the motionless form of Snowstar, he seemed to sag for a moment in all of his stoic exterior, before quickly composing himself again with a small growl, noticing a young apprentice slip into the Warrior's den as soon as the Rogue there moved. The black tom twisted slightly to lick his flank, where a cut still remained open.
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4:30pm Apr 5 2012 (last edited on 4:39pm Apr 5 2012)
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Flashfoot lifted his head and looked around. He tried to get a sense of who was left, and who had died. There would be a lot of diging over the next few days- if the rogues allowed it. His eyes drifted to his brother, who was staring at him. "Brambleclaw?" Flashfoot said questioningly, flicking his ears back. "I'll go start diging." "No you won't. You're wounded. You'll sit here and wait for Dewfur to see to you." Flashfoot snapped, fur bristling, "Stop trying to help everyone and sit." Brambleclaw snorted, a bit of a smirk crossing his maw. "You know I can't do that, brother. Dewfir can find me once everyone else has been seen to." Brambleclaw turned his head to look at the fluffy black rogue. "May we bury our dead as well?" he called questioningly, starting to paw towards the exit of the camp. He hated asking for permission for such a thing... But if heremained calm and reasonable, maybe they could get everything seen to... Once that was over, he' start thinking of how to get out of this situation.
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4:35pm Apr 5 2012
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Shadow looked up from licking his wounds clean, and raised his chin, staring for a moment. He chose his words carefully. He had to ensure that this clan followed his every command, his every word, if his plan was to come to fruition. With a gentle hiss, he stood to his paws and turned his back on the clan with a flippant flick of the tail. "Do as you wish with them." He stalked into the leader's den and settled at the back; eyes glowing from the darkness.
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4:57pm Apr 5 2012
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Berryfern wanted to run. She wanted her large cream paws to carry her and her Clanmates far away from this place, and never to return. But the running had to stop somewhere, and stop she did. Slowing down, Berryfern dug her claws into the hard ground and came to a dead stop in front of Snowstar's cold body. Stretching her neck down, she touched her dead leader's ear tip, and settled down to say her goodbyes. I will always honour you, Snowstar. Through good times and bad, you always kept us safe. I hope you're safe in StarClan. Goodbye. Lifting herself onto her paws, she arched her back and yawned. The sky was darkening, and she needed sleep. Every cat did. For wish of finding a sleeping place that wasn't haunted by death, she made her way to the leader's den. Normally she wouldn't have dared set foot in there without invitation, but she would make up for this another day. Slinking forwards, she slipped into the warm darkness of the cave. As she lay down and curled her stiff tail over her paws, she heard a rustling from behind her, and dread filled her heart once more.
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5:04pm Apr 5 2012
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Shadow watched the young she-cat enter the den. He recognised that broken look; the ex
pression of a cat that had lost everything and had nothing left to stand on but a shattered memory of what once was. His voice was as cold as ever as he spoke from the recesses of the darkened den, but the icy steel of his words were somewhat softened by an edge of amusement. "Do you often walk into the leader's den uninvited, she-cat?" He spat, glaring at her openly. He decided to remain hidden in the shadows; paws tucked beneath his bulky and powerful frame.
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5:10pm Apr 5 2012
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Brambleclaw had left to dig before the male had responded. Even as a rogue, he seemed kind enough to allow them to follow most of their normal rituals... It made hime uneasy. Later. For now, there was work to do.
The male settled in to dig, his sore muscles screaming under the extra strain. It needed to be done, however, and he would do the work he could. Something brushed by him, and he turned his head to see Flashfoot. His brother stood there a moment, just staring and then began digging as well. Flashfoot dug carefully. It was a back paw that was hurt, and he struggled to balance himself as he dug into the earth. The two of them would get would dig until the hole was done, with or without further help. Then they'd start on the next.
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5:18pm Apr 5 2012 (last edited on 5:20pm Apr 5 2012)
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Ashwhisker sat a few tail-lengths away from the main group of Stoneclan cats, watching things unfold with unreadable pale blue eyes. Although he was still, his body seemed relaxed, his shoulders at rest instead of tensed with his tail wrapped lightly around his paws. At this point, there wasn't much point in trying to do anything. They had been soundly defeated, and could do nothing but try not to step on the tails of the Rogues who held their fate in their paws.
He lifted his head up, looking up at the sky. When he was a kit, he'd been told Starclan could not control everything that happened in the living world. At the time, and for many moons after, life had been peaceful, and Ashwhisker had believed Starclan had blessed Stoneclan, but now this had happened. He had to either believe Starclan had cursed them, or really had no way of preventing the attack.
With a soft sigh, he leveled his head, looking around the camp until his attention rested on the fresh-kill pile. Most of their prey had been destroyed by the battle, and they were beginning to run extremely low. If no one hunted, the clan would soon starve.
The thought of providing for his clan was the motivation he needed to focus on something other than Starclan. He got to his paws, ignoring the stinging pain from his hip and shoulder. In the battle, he had gotten a few bad bites to them, as well as a couple other scratches, but nothing that would hinder his movements if he willed himself to move properly.
Ashwhisker stretched out his body before padding over to Snowstar to pay his final respects. He dipped his head to Berryfern then pushed his muzzle to his leader's fur and let his eyes slip closed, inhaling his scent for what would be the last time.
Thank you for all you've done for us, Snowstar. Please continue to watch over us from Starclan.
Ashwhisker lingered against his leader's body for another moment before drawing away. When he lifted his head, Berryfern was gone. His ears perked up in slight surprise when he saw her making her way to the Leader's Den.
Curious and slightly concerned for his clanmate, he half-stalked over near the entrance to the den, staying out of the opening's view to avoid being seen. His twisted towards the the cats he knew were in the den. If Berryfern was threatened, he'd be ready to interrupt to protect her.
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5:08am Apr 6 2012
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Careful not to make a sudden threatening movement, Berryfern moved her paws almost noiselessly across the stone floor as she turned around to face her enemy. It couldn't be a badger, dog or fox; she would have noticed it by the stench. No, it must be a cat. But who? she pondered, the tip of her bushy tail twitching. Her mind whirled, and she backed into a shadow to buy herself sometime. As she stared into the darkness, Berryfern thought she could make out a pair of grey-green eyes hovering at the back of the cave. She didn't recognize them; it must be a rogue. "Show yourself!" She yowled, battered hackles rising and claws sliding out. "If you're going to fight me, do it like a warrior!"
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6:36am Apr 6 2012
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Shadow hissed gently and rose slowly to his paws, stalking forward, claws grinding across the stone floor of the den threateningly as he advanced on the she-cat. He came into the light, ears flattened against his skull, lips drawn back in a snarl of disgust. His eyes narrowed to slits before he spoke for the second time at her. "You aren't worth the fight you mangy she-cat. I'd break your neck before you had the chance to struggle against me - look at you! You're injured and weak. Go and sleep elsewhere if you know what's good for you." He growled his words with a hint of hesitation in his frame; he wouldn't attack her even if she jumped on him; his stance was one of speed, not attack, as if he'd simply leap out of the way.
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7:00am Apr 6 2012
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Berryfern bared her teeth, listening to the rogue's words with her tail lashing. Who was this cat to think he could speak to her like this? She hesitated for a moment, raking her eyes over Shadow's stance. Powerful muscles, large paws and fine claws caught her eye, and she knew that fighting him was a bad idea. Hissing again, Berryfern swiped the air a mouse-length in front of the rogue's nose and turned tail, haring out of the den as if there was a hoard of badgers after her. Once out in the open again, she cast a glance around. A bit of order was returning to the camp; the dead were being mourned and burial rituals were being put into place. The fresh-kill pile seemed to have been scattered throughout the whole camp. "Maybe I should hunt..." she muttered.
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7:11am Apr 6 2012
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A stocky Rogue abruptly blocked Berryfern's path. He was a ginger tabby; beaten and battered looking, yet powerful and ruthless. "Where do you think you're going, she-cat?" He raised a paw to claw her across the cheek. "No-one leaves this camp by order of Scar!"
Shadow raised his head and his muscles bunched. With a hiss, he leaped out of the leader's den. The black tomcat's paws hit the frosty ground with a thud and he streaked across the clearing before barrelling full-on into the offending Rogue with a yowl. The two rolled across the clearing for a moment before breaking apart. Shadow's hiss was long and threatening. The Rogue snarled in disbelief at him. "You might be the second in command, Shadow, but you're looking out for these cats just a bit TOO much!" The ginger tabby leaped forward, claws raking across Shadow's flank before the black tomcat whipped around and muscled the tabby to the ground, spitting and yowling, clawing his face and underbelly. He finally let him go when the tabby went motionless beneath him.
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7:18am Apr 6 2012 (last edited on 7:33am Apr 6 2012)
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Midnightpelt wandered over to Snowstar's body and placed his muzzle into his deceased leaders fur and muttered "May you guide Stone Clan for the rest of eternity". Midnightpelt watched as the she-cat left the leader's den and the ginger rouge approached her, Midnightpelt closed his eyes and when he reopened them the black Tomcat was rolling around with the ginger tom before getting up, the ginger rogue laid still... he was dead, Midnightpelt watched amused but in awareness that someone was watching him from behind.
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