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Post by UnsightlyHeretic831 on Oct 5, 2018 18:16:18 GMT -5
Diamondstar ~ Pretty silver tabby she-cat with diamond blue eyes. Leader 9 lives remaining.
Hareleap ~ Brown tom with amber eyes. Blind. Medicine Cat
Diamondstar stared at the moon, and it stared back. She sighed, wary of it's gaze. Too many cats died today. A tornado had hit, killing the deputy, Twilightflower, and the medicine cat apprentice, Goldpaw. An elder, Leafheart, died protecting Emberkit, who died anyway. She grieved for the ones who lost their lives, and she looked at Silverpelt. Were they watching? Twilightflower? Emberkit? Goldpaw, Leafheart? She would never know. She felt anger rising. Why, Starclan? Why did you let them die? They still had a lot to live for. And now they're gone. She narrowed her eyes and jumped down from the Highstone, her tail flicking angrily. Why?
Hareleap sorted herbs. He found lavender and left with it t rub the corpses with it. He saw Goldpaw, her fur stirring in the twilight breeze. "You still had a lot to live for, didn't you?" He murmured, looking at her. He put his nose in her fur, and put lavender on it. "Sweet dreams, Goldpaw." He put lavender on the others, and the he went back to his den. He found catnip. Hareleap ate some, hoping to rid his grief. He went to sleep with strange dreams. He knew that cats ate them as medicine for their grief or pain. He felt happy, as in the dreams, he was with Goldpaw, teaching her the herbs. A memory of her at last...
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