Originally Posted by mapledash (Post 28130) Wildpaw got off of her friend. "The leader is dead! Long live Wildstar!" he meowed, unable to not burst into laughter when he saw her playing dead. "What are you doing?" he asked, rolling around laughing uncontrollably. "Starclan help me! I can't breathe! This face! Oh my, it's hillarious!" he exclaimed through breaths of laughter. He rolled next to her and sent his eye balls far up, and played dead as well, his chest slowly stopping it's jumping motion and the laughs dieing into giggles, and then silence.

Originally Posted by starfall (Post 37320) @Maplefur Toothless smiled, feeling his fur rise slightly in emberassment "hmm, I think that skyskip would fit you...mainly cause your heart I should as big as the sky it's self and , you always seem to have that happy glow emanating from you...so skip." He purred as he smiled sweetly at the she cat.

For Russetswirl, it had been a very long day.


He wasn’t exactly sure how his life had ended up here, or maybe it was the fact that he’d never thought about the events leading up to this moment. It was as if he went with the flow of everyone else, never thinking too deeply about the cats he cared for, or the choices he’d been forced to make. Three of the four kits in his second litter? Dead. His brother, Snakevoice? Dead. Two of Russetswirl’s past three apprentices? They died, too- he had to watch Willowpaw drown himself, as he tried so hard to save her as she was whisked away in the river, watching her struggle for her life as it drained out of her eyes. He mourned them, and then moved on- he was still haunted by their last moments of life- watching Willowpaw drown, seeing Snakevoice’s body go still as he was hit on the thunderpath, the monster showing absolutely no mercy as he sobbed in horror. Death was almost a part of his life now, ingrained into the tom’s very soul- and he was beginning to see behind the masks of others. Striding into the clearing, Russetswirl looked tired and weary. He set himself down at the far end, his tail wrapped around his paws as he sat in the sun, not exactly minding the chilly weather of Leaf-fall.


Shellfeather, his mate- she was grieving still, and he never got the chance to say he was sorry, before they started to drift apart even more. The molly was beautiful, and kind. She didn’t deserve all of this, but it was all his fault it happened- maybe if she had kits with another cat, they wouldn’t have died. She was an amazing mother.


His daughters had left him too, but not by death. They didn’t seem to like him anymore, they never even talked to him.


His sister, Thornfrost? She was a bully.