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Originally Posted by Skelly
Midgepaw shifted impatiently, their paws already wet with blood. Yes, this wasn't a good cat, but Midgepaw wasn't going to let them die, and worst of all, Midgepaw would be the one who killed him. That was something Midgepaw knew could get them exiled from WindClan. That scared the mottled black white and gray apprentice more than anything else right now. There was no way they wanted to have to leave, after finding such a perfect home. Shakily, Midgepaw took a deep breath and looked away from the dying rogue. They searched for Rushpaw, and after a moment, they saw him talking with a brown tabby she-cat about Midgepaw's age. Midgepaw didn't who that was, but they did know that they'd seen her around camp before, so she was clearly a WindClan apprentice, just, not one that either of his friends had introduced them to. The former loner blinked, shaking their head and willing Rushpaw to hurry up. The hot, sticky reek of blood was growing stronger, and Midgepaw gagged, choking on the foul scent. Grief settled into Midgepaw's stomach as the full realization hit them. I did this. . . . Midgepaw didn't feel the same. What if they accidentally did this to one of their friends? What if they killed Rushpaw, or Dewpaw or Sparrowpaw? Or even Duskpaw? Finally, Rushpaw came over, and with cobwebs. “I hope so!” they murmured under their breath, and that was something that Rushpaw was meant to hear. Quickly, Midgepaw grabbed to was of cobwebs and started plastering them all over Nettle's side and stomach, frantic to stop the slowing bleeding. “Yarrow? But that grows in forests . . . .”
( Is Nettle supposed to live? ) |
(Idk. I guess we could let Nettle die..)
Rushpaw nodded to Midgepaw and Eelpaw. "Hi, Midgepaw. I can tell you haven't seen me before. I'm Eelpaw.", the brown tabby she-cat said. "Oh, the yarrow that I have did come from the forest, though. Sometimes I go exploring and I venture into the forest to find some of the herbs I have.", Eelpaw replied. "Yeah, Eelpaw goes exploring—by herself—to the forest to gather the herbs there and then brings them back here; to her little stash of herbs," Rushpaw said. Some more blood poured out of Nettle's wounds and the blood stuck to Eelpaw's and Rushpaw's paws. "For StarClan's sake, these cobwebs aren't working, and now my paws are dirty!", Eelpaw hissed. "Eelpaw, calm down...", Rushpaw said. "How can I calm down is your father's blood is all over our fur and he's going to die?!", Eelpaw yowled. "H-He's going to die...?", Rushpaw muttered, a scared expression on his face and mroe fear grew inside him. "Possibly.", Eelpaw sighed, looking at Nettle. "B-But I don't want him to die!", Rushpaw gritted his teeth, tears forming on his eyes.
"But he tried to kill you!"
"That doesn't mean I want him dead!"
"He's going to have to die, Rushpaw, I'm sorry..."
"I never wanted to wish death upon my mother or father, or my littermates...", Rushpaw said.
"I'm sorry, Rushpaw... It's not your fault, my fault, or StarClan's fault that Nettle's going to die...", Eelpaw replied. Rushpaw looked at Eelpaw, glared at Midgepaw, and then looked away.
Tears trickled down Rushpaw's face as he looked at his father. "I'm sorry, Father...", he said. "I-it's not your fault, my son... And I'm sorry that I made your life worse each day..", Nettle sighed. "Father....", Rushpaw mewed. "It's Midgepaw's fault that I'm dying..", Nettle coughed, his breaths becoming slower and shallower. "But.. No! It's all my fault....", Rushpaw growled. "I'm sorry, Rushpaw....", Nettle rasped, his breaths stopping. "Rushpaw...", Eelpaw whispered. "Leave me alone, Eelpaw!", Rushpaw growled, burying his face in his father's fur. Nettle's clouded eyes stared at nothing as he did so. "But, Rushpaw-", Eelpaw began. "I said leave me alone, Eelpaw! You too, Midgepaw!", Rushpaw hissed. Eelpaw felt her heart break. She was shocked by Rushpaw's violence. He's never been this way before...., she thought. Eelpaw backed away and ran back to her stash of herbs in the log, rolling the front rock and going inside the log, rolling the rock back to the entrance as she went sat inside the log, feeling as if she could fade away any minute. She looked up and saw Nettle's spirit in front of her. "Let him grieve for me, Eelpaw.", he said. "But-"
"Shh... Just let him...", Nettle's spirit said, fading away.