Thymeclan New members needed

Basilwhisker dropped his fish and nodded. "I couldn't handle sitting down and doing nothing while the clan suffered. So I went and spent some time fishing." He said laying down to start eating his fish.

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Sakura nodded, “Neither could I. Yarrowfur, Duskpelt and I all went hunting as well.” She settled back down when she felt her pelt couldn’t get any cleaner. “So, do you think, uh, Thymestar will pull through?” Her name remembering skills weren’t the best when she was tired and she hoped she had said his name right. The she-cat laid her head on her paws and watched as her... clanmates huddled around Elmsong’s body and Thymestar.

“Oh. I’m sorry if that is the case. I don’t feel right mourning cats whom I barely knew,” she mewed hesitantly, not sure how the rest of the day would play out. Starclan... what an interesting topic. She’d have to talk to someone about it later; clearly now wasn’t the time. Sakura then stood up to nestle herself further in the brambles. “Ok, I think I’m gonna take a nap here. Would you mind waking me if anything happens?” She curled up in a ball and closed her eyes, allowing her exhausted body to finally get some rest.

Wovensight was finally feeling better, the pounding in his head receded as he stood and looked around, taking in the scene around him and sad gaze and moving toward Nightwhisker. "I believe we should send out a patrol to check for any other foxes. The one we found was a few so she could have a mate or pups close by."

Yarrowfur tucked himself into the foliage between the dens into the shade and rolled onto his back while he waited, the magpie still laying close to his ear waiting to be eaten. He stared towards the medicine den squinting at it after Duskpelt had carried the rabbit inside.

"Of course. There wasn't much else I could do." Yarrowfur purred, not moving to get up but watching and expecting her to take the first bite of the black and white bird. He tucked his paws to his chest, still laying on his back and gazing up at the sky above camp. "Not long now until the vigil." he muttered with a yawn, pointing with his nose up to where the sky turned to orange from where the sun hung low over the horizon. LightBringer

"Maybe some cats will be assigned to sleep through half the vigil before dawn patrol." Yarrowfur said, rolled onto his stomach and lifted his head while blinking a few times at the magpie. He pulled some feathers free before taking bites from the wing. "If everything goes as you plan you'll need more food than I will in the future." he teased softly.

"More like if you had your way you'd be constantly kit heavy," Yarrowfur chuckled, "I'm in no rush but as long as you want them..." then he glanced around camp feeling guilty to be in such a bright mood while cats were still grieving. His face went sombre for a moment and all but forgot about the magpie. Things are unpredictable right now, but then so are things far in the future. When his mind returned to the present he brushed his tail lightly across her flank and bit into the magpie again.

"It could." Yarrowfur agreed with a nod of his head. He laid on his side again, pushing away the rest of the magpie for her. He stared again across camp at the entrance to the medicine den. He laid still but was still debating between staying awake or taking a short nap before the vigil, only the tip of his tail flicked worriedly. "It's still only been one day, it feels like it's been a quarter-moon since Thymestar's patrol left."

Sakura opened her eyes, feeling as if sleep was too far away to reach. She sat up and gave a quick yawn before padding slowly toward the camp entrance. The pale gray she-cat couldn't stand being in a camp full of grieving warriors, and as soon as she was out of camp, she sprinted toward the border. Her body ached from the fight, but she didn't stop until she reached her old den. Sakura stepped into the shadows and collapsed on the dried moss, not caring that it was all old. Her mind raced with what had happened and she finally drifted to sleep.

(I guess wait for Thymestar to die and for the vigil to start?)

Thymestar shivered as though he were cold and opened his eyes. He looked up at Icewhisper and then laid his head down and whispered "I love you all" then shivered one last time as his final life left his body. He immediately lost all sense of pain and felt a calm come over himself as his spirit left his body and floated up to Starpelt.

Turtlepool had been walking toward Thymestar when she heard him whisper and leave the world behind. She whimpered and then cried out as her friend of many moons and leader for her almost her whole life passed before her eyes. She ran up and buried her nose into his pelt that was already growing cold. "You were the best" she sobbed.

Basilwhisker watched as Sakura ran out of camp and almost ran after her but then stopped when he heard Turtlepool cry out. He bowed his head in grief and momentarily forgot his new friend.

Frostfeather padded towards her brother and layed down next to him their fur brushing. She drew comfort from being so close to him. Her eyes settled on her dead leader and she began to cry lightly.

Snowdapple drew the kits to her with her tail in her sleep. Though Wishkit was peaking from behind it trying to figure out what was going on. There were sounds of sorrow throughout the camp and everything was hushed.

Adderheart had barely reached the camp's entrance when she heard Turtlepool's cry. she stopped for a moment and then she slowly padded back to her clanmates. While Thymestar's death didn't change the fact that the clan needed more prey it didn't feel right to just go hunting right now. If Nightwhisker decided to send out a hunting patrol anyway she would volunteer for it though.

Darkclaw nodded to Adderheart and moved aside a little so she could sit down next to him. He wished he hadn't listened to Sakura when she wanted to bury the fox. Not that it would have changed anything but now it felt strange, showing respect to a fox that had killed two of his clanmates and crippled an apprentice.

Rainsong stepped back a little, still close enough to be near Thymestar but a respectful distance regardless. He didn't want to get in the way of those who had been closest to Thymestar and Elmsong after all.

Silverpaw shot a glance towards the cats outside and sighed to himself. He wondered if Asterpaw, too, had figured out what was going on and hoped that he wouldn't blame himself even further.

Weaselkit went back to her siblings and slightly leaned against Ferrettail. The kit was disappointed that she couldn't quiet find out what was happening outside but she could certainly feel that something bad had happened. Foxkit and Wolfkit looked like they felt the same way, the former seeking comfort by burying his nose in their mother's fur. Wolfkit looked up at Ferrettail, wondering if she and Snowdapple were going to sit vigil for Thymestar, but didn't ask. It didn't feel right to break the silence right now.

Icewhisper bowed her head to Thymestar and took a step back to stand beside Nightwhisker. "You should address the clan," she meowed quietly. "They can clearly tell that Thymestar has lost his last life but I think you should let them know that we're going to hold the vigil for him and Elmsong tonight."

Nightwhisker's eyes clouded with grief and he forced himself to keep a calm composure, his body rigid and stiff as he stood up and addressed the clan, nodding towards Icewhisper. He could see that most of them were aware of what was going on but he needed to address them anyway.
"Thymestar, our great leader, has joined our warrior ancestors in Starclan. He will be remembered for many seasons as our greatest leader yet.Tonight we will sit vigil and honor him, along with Elmsong, who died protecting his clanmates." He paused for a moment, allowing his words to sink in, before continuing. "I would like to take out a patrol to scout the territory, to ensure that there are no other foxes in the area. If you would like to volunteer, please step forward, but I ask that if you were injured in the earlier attack to stay in camp and rest."

Palepaw's ears pricked forward as he heard Nightwhisker's mention of a patrol. He wanted to join, but his mentor was injured and would be staying in camp, so he would likely stay behind as well.

Honeypaw shifted her paws from where she sat watching the cats outside the medicine cat den, craning her neck to look towards Turtlepool as she cried out. Thymestar must have just passed... She thought, sadness in her expression.