[Mica]

 

Originally Posted by Wingnettle

Lynxshade's eyes flickered to the other end as she heard Lostspark's call for help. But before that, she had almost immediately sensed the smell of blood coming from... a body.
"Mirekit, , Birdkit. Wispykit. Be good kits and go back immediately to the nursery." She commanded with a dark, serious tone watching the three curiously making their way over Thrushfeather's dead body. This was not a spectacle. Especially not for kits.
She remained silently in front of the medicine cats and Mistlewhisker, leaving the matter to them three. However, she couldn't help but make one single question before leaving.
"What happened to this cat?" She asked grimly, head low on the dead corpse.
@Rose @Micanomancy @tally @Eden

 

Originally Posted by Rose

Lostspark

She/Her | Purrks Overlook

Pausing in her grooming to snake a paw around Mirekit as the little kit reared up to prevent the little darling from falling backward, Lostspark cringed internally at the red still splattered over her paws. "Hello," She murmured, dipping her head in an attempt to touch her nose to Mirekit's, and then to drag her tongue quickly over the kit's forehead. Raising her gaze again, the Medicine Cat blinked slowly at Birdkit, and then at Wispykit as the little she-kit all but ran into Thrushfeather's unmoving form. Quickly putting out a paw in an attempt to pull Wispykit away from the body, Lostspark glanced towards Birdkit. "Little ones, I want you to go sit with Birdkit. I can't have warriors stepping around or on you."

Turning her gaze to Mistlewhisker, Mossfreckle, Lynxshade, and Pebbleshell as they offered their help, Lostspark stood, abandoning her grooming. She could do it later. "A fox happened." Was the only explanation Lostspark gave, canting her head to the side. "It's dead now." She'd made certain of that, at the very least.

"Mistlewhisker, I want you and Mossfreckle to take Thrushfeather's body to Moonlit Grove and bury her there." With a nod, the Medicine Cat turned to face camp exit again. "Lynxshade and Pebbleshine, I'm sending you two out into the territory to get rid of the fox's remains. Throw it over the border into the outskirts, bury it, whatever, I don't care. Just get rid of it, ShadowClan doesn't need any more trouble regarding predators." Technically, Lostspark was coming with them, but she was only dropping by to pick up the fox's pelt so she could return with it to camp and give Dawnstar her report. "I'll show you where it is, come on." Tail flicking, Lostspark left camp once more.

[ @tally - Mirekit / @Micanomancy - Birdkit & Mistlewhisker / @Fawn<3 - Mossfreckle / @Eden - Wispykit / @Wingnettle - Lynxshade / @rust`rock - Pebbleshell ]

 

Originally Posted by Fawn<3

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ﾟ。 Mossfreckle (ShC)
　ﾟ･｡･ﾟ they/he ~ medicine cat apprentice

Mossfreckle’s pelt prickled anxiously as white tipped paws padded forward to the dead feline he was tasked with helping bury - death was not really a thing that bothered him anymore… not sense he had watched his kin die one by one, heard his sisters last breath and pleaded with Starclan to not take her away… I’m here now… was the only selfish thought he allowed to twinkle in his starry mind, this was not the time to be thinking of himself. No. This was a time to be thinking of Shadowclan, the clan came first always and he pressed his paws down into the chilled earth and let the thawed chill sink into his paws as he shoved the beast of insecurity and it’s raking claws deep into the cage of his core… the darkest parts of his start mind that he reserved only for the most disturbing and vindictive of the whispering taunting voices that lingered in his head and spat venom at every. little. thing.

Mossy hues turned and gained purchase on Mistlewhisker’s muscled form and Mossfreckle tilted his oriental shaped head down to the body and flicked his feathery tail to single to the enforcer that he was ready to heave the body up and take it to Moonlit Groove to bury it. There was no vigil but he stayed silent, he did not know this cat but part of him just wanted to be quite, to be alone on his starry mind as the thought of death placed him once again a whiskers length away from the edge of cliff in his mind… what laid on the abyss was unknown to him as he had shoved down so much, if he feel he would be fine… yet, he still feared the day he did. White tipped paws tinged with crimson as he padded closer to the body and his maw glistened with is as he stopped his angular head down to grab the limp pelts scruff within it, mossy gaze angled up - clouded with an odd unknown glint - to meet the hues of Mistlewhisker, oriental ears folded back in solace as he prepared for the somber trek and the dull ache that would linger in their paws as they padded back to camp after clawing deep into the frozen earth and laid the dead cat to rest in the stars.

{ @Micanomancy ~ Mistlewhisker }

Birdkit
ShadowClan
she/her | 4 moons
[Blue-grey tabby with a dark blue overcoat, white unders, and amber eyes]
Purrks: Lyrebird's Lullaby [PERMANENTLY ACTIVE]
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[Mirekit - @tally ] [Wispykit - @Eden ]
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Birdkit's head shot up when she heard a cat say her name, instructing her to head back to the nursery. She glowered up at the massive molly. Who was she to tell her to--oh, Muma had said the same thing. Well, she couldn't argue with that! Birdkit skittered back to the nursery, waiting for her siblings to follow. Maybe they could play a game! Oh, how she would like that. She glanced at Mossfreckle on her way out, giving the oriental a big grin before disappearing into the nursery, keeping an eye on the clearing.

Mistlewhisker
ShadowClan Enforcer
she/her | 37 moons
[Large black cat with a half-white muzzle and pale green eyes, one gouged out] Purrks: Beefed up T2
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Mistlewhisker nodded to both Lostspark and Mossfreckle once she was given instructions, padding over to the body and nosing it over her shoulders, holding her breath as though it could keep the miasma of blood and death from entering her lungs. She was large enough to carry the cat by herself, but she appreciated Mossfreckle's help, especially when the digging would begin. He seemed like the type of medicine cat who wouldn't gripe about dirt under his claws.

The part oriental--only evident by her long muzzle and large ears--waited for Mossfreckle to pick up the other side of the body, and the two made their way to the grove.