RiverClan Medicine Cat's Den

[Charmer]

@Dust (It's time for these two to finally have their happy ending.)

It was the middle of the night when Shinefang suddenly opened his eyes, and felt the stir of discomfort in his chest that came from sleeping in a nest that didn't yet smell like your own. He had barely been in the Riverclan camp a week, and still he had yet to even begin to get used to how everything here seemed to have that fish reek and how the moisture in the air made it feel thicker. His joints had ached all leafbare and during the rains of newleaf, but here they were constantly swollen and aching even on a warm day. He would not be calling himself a Riverclan cat. He was born Skyclan, and with Starclan as his witness, he would die a cat of Skyclan! Of course, he had to admit that some of this aggravation was born of the unfmailar rush of this place: the new smells, the new faces, and cats trying to teach him to swim? To drown, more like. Even as a young cat, Shinefang had never been one for change. That was a quality of his that had not improved with age. After all, change had brought him nothing but misery and loss in his days. Already feeling his thoughts move toward places he had no interest going, he grunted and stood up to begin doing some busy work with the herbs since sleep was obviously not happening. As he stood, the old tome was surprised to find the his joints felt better than then had in moons. He supposed he had finally found a mix of daisy, comfrey, and poppy that would keep him going for a while yet. It wasn't until he padded over the the herb stores that it sank in that his legs didn't just feel good, but perfect. He felt every bit as fresh as he did when he was an apprentice. It wasn't even just his legs: his hips, his spine, even his eye... Slowly, as if he might break the spell, the old medicine cat raised his paw, covered his good eye, and found that he could still see. Confused, he glanced frantically around the den as if testing to see if there was some odd trick of this particular spot, or something to explain this and was started to see a cat sleeping in his own nest...a cat who had his yellow fur and was far far too still even for a cat in the deepest of sleeps.

"Oh," Shinefang said simply. He stared at his own body, lying there in front of him and that was all he could think of to say. He expected to be filled with dread or rage, but instead he found that the torrents inside him had stilled. He felt little more than a small hum of shock flowing through him like wave. When something glimmered in the corner of his eye, the one that used to be blind, he already knew it was her. Shinefang turned to look at his mate's face, shining like all the stars in Silverpelt, and as he took in her beauty, a warm rush of joy swelled in him and he smiled. "Slatepelt..." he said reverently, her name a prayer on his lips.

[Dust]

Originally Posted by Charmer

@Dust (It's time for these two to finally have their happy ending.)

It was the middle of the night when Shinefang suddenly opened his eyes, and felt the stir of discomfort in his chest that came from sleeping in a nest that didn't yet smell like your own. He had barely been in the Riverclan camp a week, and still he had yet to even begin to get used to how everything here seemed to have that fish reek and how the moisture in the air made it feel thicker. His joints had ached all leafbare and during the rains of newleaf, but here they were constantly swollen and aching even on a warm day. He would not be calling himself a Riverclan cat. He was born Skyclan, and with Starclan as his witness, he would die a cat of Skyclan! Of course, he had to admit that some of this aggravation was born of the unfmailar rush of this place: the new smells, the new faces, and cats trying to teach him to swim? To drown, more like. Even as a young cat, Shinefang had never been one for change. That was a quality of his that had not improved with age. After all, change had brought him nothing but misery and loss in his days. Already feeling his thoughts move toward places he had no interest going, he grunted and stood up to begin doing some busy work with the herbs since sleep was obviously not happening. As he stood, the old tome was surprised to find the his joints felt better than then had in moons. He supposed he had finally found a mix of daisy, comfrey, and poppy that would keep him going for a while yet. It wasn't until he padded over the the herb stores that it sank in that his legs didn't just feel good, but perfect. He felt every bit as fresh as he did when he was an apprentice. It wasn't even just his legs: his hips, his spine, even his eye... Slowly, as if he might break the spell, the old medicine cat raised his paw, covered his good eye, and found that he could still see. Confused, he glanced frantically around the den as if testing to see if there was some odd trick of this particular spot, or something to explain this and was started to see a cat sleeping in his own nest...a cat who had his yellow fur and was far far too still even for a cat in the deepest of sleeps.

"Oh," Shinefang said simply. He stared at his own body, lying there in front of him and that was all he could think of to say. He expected to be filled with dread or rage, but instead he found that the torrents inside him had stilled. He felt little more than a small hum of shock flowing through him like wave. When something glimmered in the corner of his eye, the one that used to be blind, he already knew it was her. Shinefang turned to look at his mate's face, shining like all the stars in Silverpelt, and as he took in her beauty, a warm rush of joy swelled in him and he smiled. "Slatepelt..." he said reverently, her name a prayer on his lips.

Slatepelt had indeed been silently watching - unwilling to make herself known until Shinefang's moment of recognition, followed by understanding. Truthfully, this moment saddened her... Slatepelt could remember her own passage to Starclan and how she had fought to not go, but she always trusted the fact that they would be together again one day... Though the star laced feline couldn't help but feel comforted by the fact Shinefang had gone peacefully in his sleep and as she watched the tom examine his body, she did the same. Taking notice of the way his body slumped, chest no longer rising with each ragged breath - the age of his body told from the scars that littered the flesh... Each one with their own story and memory. Though as she adverted her gaze to her mate once her name was called, she only saw what she always did - the loving gaze, warm tender smile, and even with his scars, Shinefang was as beautiful and handsome as always.

"Shinefang," She meowed, her voice soft as if not to wake his sleeping form, "It's time for you to come home." Starry fur shimmered in the dark of the den, silence enveloping Slatepelt as she dipped her head, lifting it shortly after to offer a tender smile. They would go back together, not to the Riverclan territory - to their home. To Skyclan's home. The tabby apparition offered her tail, urging Shinefang to follow after her. "You're work here is done now, let yourself rest. Come home."

[Charmer]

Originally Posted by Dust

Slatepelt had indeed been silently watching - unwilling to make herself known until Shinefang's moment of recognition, followed by understanding. Truthfully, this moment saddened her... Slatepelt could remember her own passage to Starclan and how she had fought to not go, but she always trusted the fact that they would be together again one day... Though the star laced feline couldn't help but feel comforted by the fact Shinefang had gone peacefully in his sleep and as she watched the tom examine his body, she did the same. Taking notice of the way his body slumped, chest no longer rising with each ragged breath - the age of his body told from the scars that littered the flesh... Each one with their own story and memory. Though as she adverted her gaze to her mate once her name was called, she only saw what she always did - the loving gaze, warm tender smile, and even with his scars, Shinefang was as beautiful and handsome as always.

"Shinefang," She meowed, her voice soft as if not to wake his sleeping form, "It's time for you to come home." Starry fur shimmered in the dark of the den, silence enveloping Slatepelt as she dipped her head, lifting it shortly after to offer a tender smile. They would go back together, not to the Riverclan territory - to their home. To Skyclan's home. The tabby apparition offered her tail, urging Shinefang to follow after her. "You're work here is done now, let yourself rest. Come home."

Without hesitation, Shinefang twined his tail with hers and leaning forward, licked the top of her head. From the time they had been young, he knew he never wanted any mate but her. The thought of finding another when she joined Starclan had never entered his mind. Walking without her for all these seasons had been horribly lonely, and the day she and his kits died haunted his dreams all his life, but this shecat had held his heart the whole time. And now as he leaned into her, he could feel the warmth from her shimmering pelt, and his heart felt like it would overflow. "I'm ready, love. I'll follow you anywhere. I'm ready to go home to our kits now." Shinefang didn't even glance at his body again. He only stood and looked at his mate with a deep warmth, willing her to lead the way.

[Dust]

Originally Posted by Charmer

Without hesitation, Shinefang twined his tail with hers and leaning forward, licked the top of her head. From the time they had been young, he knew he never wanted any mate but her. The thought of finding another when she joined Starclan had never entered his mind. Walking without her for all these seasons had been horribly lonely, and the day she and his kits died haunted his dreams all his life, but this shecat had held his heart the whole time. And now as he leaned into her, he could feel the warmth from her shimmering pelt, and his heart felt like it would overflow. "I'm ready, love. I'll follow you anywhere. I'm ready to go home to our kits now." Shinefang didn't even glance at his body again. He only stood and looked at his mate with a deep warmth, willing her to lead the way.

Inhaling deeply, the starclan warrior took in his scent - her eyes closed in a solemn moment of pure joy. Slatepelt could cry. With their tails entwined and a quick motion of her muzzle buried in the soft blonde fur, she took the lead her steps confident and knowing. A journey she took so long ago that now she could share with him. There was so much she wanted to say, but now they had an eternity to spend together - not to mention with the kits he had never got to fully know. "Let's go see our family," She purred, slowly ascending to the stars above.

[If you want to finish up with a final post, up to you, but I'll end it there for Slate <3 ]

[Fawn]

A journey to Fallenstar's den had somehow landed himself in his own again, another dimensional twist that Shiverpetal didn't take the time to understand when he was hit with the heavy scent of death. And with only one denmate these days, it was pretty easy to deduce who had transcended the barriers between worlds overnight and hadn't bothered coming back. Or maybe it was Shiverpetal in his own jumping of timelines that had been the one to leave, he couldn't be certain. What he did know was that the dead body was rather unpleasant, an eyesore that would have to be taken away by the warriors for burial.

But in the meantime, Shiverpetal was careful to arrange petals delicately on top of Shinefang's body, truly brightening up the place if he did say so himself, and looked at the now-beautified corpse in accomplishment. "Enjoy your rest, pal," he said fondly as he touched up the display with a few more flowers, not seeing the harm in it. Who wouldn't like to be dressed in essentially a bouquet of flowers before being spirited away? Shiverpetal couldn't be disturbed by grief when he had a loose concept of chronology and permanence, so he was nonchalant in his parting words, "I'll see you again soon." Already, he was confident that he would -- it wasn't a matter of if, it was only a matter of when.

[BEAR.]

Entering the den, Lionstorm recoiled at the scent of death that seeped through the interior. It was.. repulsive, how did Shiverpetal manage to wait so long to report this?

And ugh, it was that one. The cat that looked like he got mauled by a pack of dogs and unfortunately survived, though it seemed his time had come to an end. Thank Stars, that was one less eyesore.

Who was it.. SkyClan, he knew, and he was pretty sure it was the medicine cat. His name wasn't coming to him-- maybe 'Mauledfang' given his appearance.

Lips curling, he was quick to whip around and leave the den. He'd have someone collect the body for vigil while he reported to Grousestar and Fallenstar.

[Starfall]

@lacumaru

The caramel feline strode into the den, her pawsteps soft, gentle. As if she was tiptoeing around the nursery not wishing to wake the kits. She wasn't sure how to proceed. Sure, her clan had lost many warriors during the wars, but this wasn't a warrior, nor was it theirs. This dread belonged to Skyclan, and Skyclan alone. No Riverclaner could share in this feeling with them. But Mushroomcreek was familiar with this knot in her stomach, and lump in her throat. The foggyness of her mind. Numbness of her limbs, always felt as though she wasn't actually in control, on autopilot.

She was fixated on the limp body, he watched as their medicine cat splayed petals over the older tom. It was a beautiful gesture, truly. Before continuing forwards the warrior looked at her companion, making sure she was alright. She knew how tough it is to loose a clanmate. However, she pulled her attention away and cleared her throat, hoping that they didn't startle Shiverpetal. "We're here to move him to the clearing. So his clanmates can say goodbye." it felt wrong to say 'We're moving his body.' , so she put it more delecately. Mainly for Stormgaze's sake.

@Dipper [ @BILL. Tagging so u know where we are, lmk if you don't wanna get tagged.]

[lio]

Stepping in silently, Stormgaze allowed her body to take her on its own. The grief was almost overwhelming, coursing through her body as though it were attempting to claw its way out into the open. It tore against her flesh, ripping her apart from the inside-out. The one-eyed molly looked forward, stifling a gag as she finally noticed the smell of the den. Stormgaze flattened her ears and nodded after Mushroomcreek spoke, remaining quiet as her mind ran wild.
Her gaze settled on Shinefang's lifeless body, which had been decorated with petals. Tail dragging against the ground, she stood next to Mushroomcreek, her body tensed. The scar over her eye stung and she gave a quiet sigh, taking a dee breath and forcing herself to calm down in order to be respectful to the limp and lifeless Medicine Cat.

@Starfall @Dipper

[Starfall]

She should have guessed as much, she felt the same way when her own clanmates lives were lost. However, standing here was awkward, letting the dispair and sadness toxicate the den. Her paws itched to get moving, though she wasn't excited about moving a dead body. After a few more seconds of silence she brushed her tail against the flank of the other warrior, than looked towards Shiverpetal "We'll take him now if you don't mind." she said, than began to walk forwards.

She wasn't exactly sure how to pick up and move the body...she'd never actually seen anyone do it funny enough. With a rather confused look she looked down at Shinefang, as if waiting for him to suddenly just start talking. Funny wasn't it. Than leaned down and gently bit his scruff, than awkwardly manuvered his top half on her upper back. A few of the petals falling as she did so. Once Stormgaze picked him up from the opposite end she began to make her way out.

@lacumaru (You can go ahead and post in the clearing )
@Dipper @BILL.

[Cave]

The burly brown tabby stubbled into Shiverpetal's den, at this point the pain had finally settled in over the shock of her injuries. Oakbranch collapsed in the nearest soft-looking pile, not caring too much if she was in an actual nest or not. Unsure of whether the medicine cat would know if she's there she mewed "Shiverpetal, I could use some help here," while trying to not sound too impatient.

@Dipper (I didn't know if you wanted me to mention you or not sorry if you didn't want me to)