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Re: everything i've loved has turned to stone // P
« Reply #30 on: February 09, 2020, 06:25:10 PM »
thes code
ten moons old
baby
crow
A couple of the clan cats had begun to look for areas where the soil laid loose and wouldn't be so much trouble to dig a grave in while the young molly collected rocks, avoiding them as the remaining scouted the area. Pushing through the plants as they sniffed the area for the possibility of the rouge's scent trail or body. Though the tom still staying around the scene of a murder he committed was very unlikely. But still, they searched.
Russetpelt quietly observed the young cat, green eyes lingering for a second or two before turning to search for the source of a rustling. It was just one of the cats on their patrol digging his paw into the ground as he announced the soil around a tree wasn't as dense as the others. It would be a nice resting area for the corpse, but of course there were words of concern shared as to it would be worth the trouble of navigating around the roots or even carrying the body that far.
As the words continued to grow disrespectful, the large tom's face turned into a scowl, his paws carrying him the voice that said it wasn't as if the body was one of theirs. His lip curled as he pushed his muzzle into the other cat's face with a low growl.
"She may not have been one of us, but she was a Clan cat at a point of her life. She deserves a place of rest as her remaining moments were to bleed out at the claws of a cat that wanted her and her kits dead. That kit back at the camp will join her soon and will to be buried next to her. Find a place that can fit both without the water rising to wash the dirt away and exposing them to the elements."
His eyes unfocused from their intended target as they searched for the other cat that mattered now. "You. Is there a place that she had enjoyed sitting? We may be able to bury her there, or around that spot. You decide where you want the body to rest."
Giving the cat one last glare, he sulked away, muttering to himself "I will not be reporting a half-assed job being done."


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Re: everything i've loved has turned to stone // P
« Reply #31 on: February 09, 2020, 06:55:25 PM »
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everyone will come
everyone will yell
id thank you just the same
if you didnt tell
my mother says that
i will surely go to hell
please be a good man
please say you won't tell

Heron tore her eyes away from Ravenclouds dead body. She watched the patrol search for a good burial spot and Swiftclaws scent. Her facial features blank other than a little irritated twitch of her eye.  She noticed Russetpelts look and she just stared back at him as if challenging him to say something rude to her.

Though she didn't speak, for the time being, she just made her way back to her little place by the river, staring down at the little Flower and Pebble. Her features softened for a split second at the thought of giving them to her brother. Perhaps Crow would perk up a bit. Maybe he would see that their old life wasn't completely gone, but it had just changed. Drastically.

Ok, that sounded dumb, she heaved a deep sigh and flicked a big, rounded ear as Russetpelt spoke. She turned to him and listened to what he said to his patrol.

That kit back at camp will join her soon.

Heron felt her tail began to lash and the fur along her back to bristle. "Crow will not join her. He's not going to die so don't you dare talk about him like that." She snapped, fury in her bright sunflower eyes.  Though she soon forced her fur to lay back and she gritted her teeth. It would do no good to get into a fight with this cat. She'd be kicked from the protection of the clan and wouldn't be able to see Crow while he recovered.

"I don't give a damn where you bury her. Keep her above ground for all I care." She murmured under her breath, finally moving her gaze back to the limp molly with a dead gaze. Raven didn't deserve to be buried. Not after all she had done to completely ruin Heron, while she coddled and fawned over Crow.

Crow wouldn't like what she just said, Heron idly thought. She glanced around and stared at where her nest was. She walked over and prodded at the ground "Here is fine if you must. She spent most of her time in her nest." She glanced over to where there was a tree that was split in half.

That's where Raven liked to take Heron to hiss and yowl at her about something she had done wrong.

"Only one bird? You're just like Swiftclaw. Not able to hunt like a good warrior. Go back out, do it again. Come back with enough for all of us or you're useless."

Heron was useless, she dug her claws into the soft ground as she pulled her lips back in a silent snarl.

"You play too hard with Crow. He's delicate, and now he has a scratch from you. Go away, Heron. I don't want you here and you're just hurting Crow."

She was hurting Crow. She was the reason Ravencloud had died. She suggested they go find Swiftclaw, and then she led him right back to their safe place without thinking that he was a dangerous cat. She lowered her ears, and her distant gaze came back.

"Actually, bury her by that tree. The one with the split in the middle."

I AM SORRY, MY LOVE
THAT I RUINED WHAT WE HAD X

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Re: everything i've loved has turned to stone // P
« Reply #32 on: February 13, 2020, 10:34:04 PM »
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At Heron's word and Russetfur's nod of approval, the three warriors did as told. Vinetail and Scorchfrost seizing the body and dragging it a little closer to the shade to avoid any more of the sun's rays on it. Vinetail staying closer to the shaded area as well, only coming out to help start digging before seeking shelter again.
 Blackmuzzle passed his son, bumping shoulders with him, "Apologize for what you said. The kit is not dead, and she will not allow you to already bury her brother," the older tom hissed into his ear. Trotting to where Scorchfrost had already begun digging, making an outline of the grave they were to make, the speckled tom took to one end as his clanmates took the other.

Admittedly, Russetfur had taken a little more interest in the young stranger as she lashed at him. He knew the kit back at the camp had a so and so chance of survival. But if he refused to accept and cooperate with any of the help being offered, his chances just decreased with time. He was already too thin, both were. They were wary and afraid. But the tom did feel a little sting of guilt for already talking as if the kit was dead. Already burying him along with his mother.

With his father's words, he sighed heavily before dragging himself towards Heron. Sitting a little way from her, he lifted a paw to lazily examine it, giving it a tentative lick before clearing his throat to speak. "Hey, kit, I'm sorry for what I said back there. I didn't mean to make it seem your brother doesn't have a chance of survival," green eyes flickering up to the sky, he continued to speak softly, "It's just that the state you two arrived in doesn't look very promising. From what I understand and saw, he shut down on the way to the camp. At least you have a fire still lit inside of you, his is just dimming"




Back at the camp, Crow had taken a slight interest in what was going on around him. He wasn't dead yet- the clan cats had yet to slit his throat and watch him bleed out at their paws. A shudder sent the young tom burying his face into his paws, stifling a cry. He was still alive. He was safe it seemed. His gaze could still hover around different details of the den he was in, his nose still smelled the earthy and comforting scent he was in the center of. He could still hear the words quietly exchanged between the mentor and her apprentice.

The dark tom could only be grateful for the small laugh the skinny tom had given him. The poor tortie jumping back and crying that he heard the shadow speak before he fell unconscious again. As they believed Crow had slipped into a deep sleep, but instead, the kit was pretending to be as he was listening to what was going around him.

When the apprentice had been sent away with a treated pinched paw, he barely opened his eyes to watch him go. Making a show of how his paw still ached from him tripping on a rock while playing with a kit. And while Crow was curious about what was happening just outside the den, he felt much too weak to stand to venture outside and was much too nervous to speak. So instead, he closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep, pulling his fore-paws closer to him as his breathing slowed to a quiet snore.