ridgeclan ... open

NOPE

DO NOT

NOOOOO
if i get an idea for a cat i will ;D

i think i have an idea now, i just need to put it all together o;

a new deputy hasn't been named yet uwu

me. i am deputy.

yeeeeee

now i need a name and appearance :u
not sure if i wanna go gray cat with fluffy tail or orange cat with fluffy tail

ginger kitty yes
now a name omg

Acornsomething

{ I fee like imma be a shadow now that Black is dead.. }

Mudfeather had been meaning to stay up with Blackpelt all night to make sure his condition was getting better and not worse. Through the night as he slept she had changed his poultice and wrapped some cobwebs around his leg to keep the medicine in place. She had placed damp moss over his forehead to try and calm the fever down along with the feverfew she had given to him right before he had fallen asleep. Blackpelt's fever had somewhat gone down by the time he was in a deep slumber, but Mudfeather had noticed how still and lifeless he seemed in his sleep. She had checked his breathing over and over again to reassure herself that he was indeed breathing and alive. Mudfeather was sure she would be able to stay up all night to watch over him, to make sure he made it through the night.

But the next thing she knew she had fallen asleep.

The tortoiseshell and white she-cat had ungracefully curled herself into a ball when she had fallen asleep. Her dream was broken into all sorts of moments. Happy to sad, proud to shattered... All sorts of emotions made up the dream that plagued her mind. There was one part of the dream that really stood out to the she-cat. Side by side she lay with Blackpelt, their pelts brushing as a gentle breeze tugged at their fur. Mudfeather was smiling, leaning her head against Blackpelt as a purr rippled through her throat. Silent words were exchanged between the two, a smile on their faces. This was what she wanted. She wanted to just curl up against Blackpelt and be happy together. Mudfeather could only hope this would be the case for the rest of their lives. ...Their lives. Her life. His life.

Something snapped Mudfeather awake with a gasp. Cold gripped her like the talons of a hawk, pulling her away from her slumber. Oh StarClan, she had...she had fallen asleep. She hadn't meant to. Panic filled her entire being until she felt the ever so familiar warmth of Blackpelt, or what she thought was warmth. The she-cat brought her blue eyes over to the tom, feeling his head upon her shoulder and his tail wrapped around her. Mudfeather purred softly, leaning over to lick his black fur with her pink tongue. It wasn't until she rasped her tongue over his pelt when she felt like something was wrong. Something just wasn't right. His fur didn't feel as warm as it should have been. And now looking at him it didn't seem like he was breathing. Mudfeather felt as if her breathing caught in her chest.

"Blackpelt...?" She questioned softly, slowly. The medicine cat gently pulled away from the tom, hoping, searching, for any signs of movement. Nothing. Mudfeather felt her heart beginning to break. No, not break. Shatter.

Sorrow began to build up inside her with every breath that she didn't take. It was too hard to breathe, too hard to steady her paw as she reached out to place it upon her mate's cold fur. Death had been something she had gotten used to as a medicine cat. Back when she had been an apprentice her mentor had made sure to tell her that death was preventable only some of the time, that sometimes death just couldn't be stopped. When StarClan called a cat to their ranks then it was time to let that cat go, and Mudfeather understood that. Even when her parents had died she had understood that StarClan needed them more than RidgeClan, but Blackpelt? RidgeClan needed him to be the deputy he was meant to be. She needed him to be the mate she was never supposed to have. Mudfeather had thrown away all of the code to be with him, and just when she thought he was finally hers, he was stripped away from her in the worst of ways. Any dream of sneaking out of camp to be with her mate was shattered. Any dream of helping him succeed as deputy was crushed. Every dream she had with Blackpelt was broken. 

Mudfeather gritted her teeth as her claws dug into the ground. She shut her blue eyes tightly, the fur along her spine bristling as her ears flattened completely down on her head. Was this how StarClan was punishing her? Was this how they were showing her that she had broken the code? If so it was a pretty dumb way of punishing her - they had punished not only her, but the Clan. Chickenstar would be able to give a willing warrior the newly opened position, but how would the Clan react to losing their deputy only a few days after his appointment? For once Mudfeather was disagreeing with her ancestors. She wanted to claw their eyes out, make them yowl out their apologies for taking away her beloved mate. StarClan had destroyed what she found true happiness in, so how could she trust them any more? 

A broken cry slipped from her lips. Finally, the multi-colored female took in a shaky breath, collapsing by Blackpelt's side. All of her anger morphed into bitter sorrow, and as she lay there, a mournful yowl grew from her chest and then echoed into the morning air, a sound of heart wrenching sorrow and the ring of death audible in the cry.

{ That's good to know. Thank you for the reinsurance c:
And is it chill if he visits her to keep her calm and not romping through the camp and spilling their secret? xD }

{ I love you to <3 }

A starry figure stood in the shadows of the den. The cat watched as his beloved curled at his earthly bodies side, her body shaking with sadness. His ear flattened at the sound of her sorrow filled yowl. It rung in his ear for what seemed liked forever. Getting to his paws, he padded over to Mudfeather's side. Nudging her flank, he sighed softly into her fur. "Please don't be sad my love. I will always be here. I may not be with you in the flesh, but I will be with you in your heart and spirit," he whispered soothingly.

Stepping back, he looked at her. He was angry with his own death. He was angry at the snake. He was angry with himself for being so careless. His heart seem to break each heart beat. "I'm so sorry my sweet Mudfeather," he choked.

{ Mud start hating Half because he was with him and it should have been him dead xD }

Blackpelt pressed into her giving a soft sigh as she pressed into him. "Oh my sweet love," he whispered into her ear. His heart seem to grow and break at the same time feeling the love of his mate. "I wanted to be with you to. I saw so much of our future together. We can still have it, but it will be different," he whispered to her.

His tail brushed down her spine, it slowly moved to her belly and he shuttered," You will be amazing." His starry figure started to slowly fade.