note: cloudy has been kind of wasting away since her mates death in leaf fall, and she finally has gotten to the point where she can barely walk now. she isn't dead in this post, though, for reference!

☁︎ Cloudyflight ☁︎

Cloudyflight was pathetic. She knew it. She had spent the majority of her youth training to be a killer, training to withstand any pain that the world may throw at her. But this pain.... Starla hadn't prepared her for this. The abuse and starvation and confinement hadn't made her ready for the intense agony, the hopeless loss of the love of her life. She had been told, life goes on, but she didn't want it to. Life without Brightpath was empty. Meaningless. She wanted to have him back. She wanted them to have a family. she wanted to sit by her in the elders den seasons and seasons from now, but all that was ripped away. Torn away, mangled like the twoleg crap mangled her beloveds throat.

Collapsing beside her mate's grave, she tried not to thing of the pain Thrushfur had cause her by cheating her put of the closure that she so desperately desired. Burying her mate without letting her breath in their scent one more time. Without letting her hold them. But right now, she couldn't even allow herself to cling to the hatred she had felt for Thrushfur. she let go, and instead let out a long, weak cry of grief. Cloudy was so tired. So tired.

The world had broken her, finally broken her. She was broken. She was too weak, too exhausted to keep going. Why should she? Pointless, meaningless life.

Someone who stumbled upon the starved, depressed molly could easily mistake her for a skeleton, almost every bone showing through her thin, unkempt snowy fur. The molly had taken hours to inch her way out here, hardly able to hold her head up, she rested it on the grave, too tired to cry, to tired to cry out, to tired to make it back to camp, much less leave the burial ground. Who would care, anyways? They'd just let her rot here, too wrapped up in their own happy lives to bury her, and instead just let her bones sink into the ground, laying on top of Brightpaths corpse.

So she just lay there, hopelessly, in the cold. This wasn't a bad place to die. She was close to Brightpath. And no one would care anyways. Why even try anymore.

(open to someone to find her)

REDSTALK

The red and white cat wasn’t used to the cold,only joined Thunderclan a few season ago. The newer Thunderclan warrior made their way over to the willow tree,now a graveyard and memorial to the past of Thunderclan. Cloudyflight…The sight was surprising. A kitty pet…how the hell- The scent sent the cat into a sudden panic. “What the hell are YOU doing here. Cloudyflight….if you can,please move backwards. I know it’s extremely hard for you to in this cold.” The nonbinary cat mewed to their clan mate. If they had to battle a lowlife piece of foxdung,It would not surprise them.

Redstalk snarled as they turned back towards the black cat,A warning. The only one this kitty pet would get,Redstalk barely managing to hold back the pure rage that suddenly filled them. The white and red cat scanned the kitty pet up and down,Could they even fight back against a Thunderclan warrior. The warrior would find out. They needed someone to get Cloudyflight out of here,she didn’t need to see another cat die. She was already going through so much- Redstalk could only sympathize with her.

[Your cat is being given a warning before Redstalk attacks them. You are welcome to fight back,Or since they are on Thunderclan territory,Flee. Redstalk is giving a single warning :) They will start a fight if it means to protect a clanmate. ]

@jupiter @Sp00k3z

☁︎ Cloudyflight ☁︎


Of course. The moment she was out of the protection camp, some pampered little ass would decide to come. The three legged molly raised her head, turning her gaunt, hollow face to look at the small kittypet. Her fangs bared weakly, and even though she was clearly in no state to do any damage (or even stand up, from the looks of it) she still looked fairly fierce, and her dull blue eyes narrowed. Her voice was debilitated and empty, but had an underlining tone of hostility to it. "I don't see how that's any of your goddamn business, rat. " Why was it any business what she was doing? This cat had the audacity to come onto her territory, approach her in their burial grounds, and ask her what she was doing?! Hell no.

The molly definitely had things under control, but she asked relieved (wouldn't admit it, but she was) when Redstalk and Hailhawk both showed up. She was asked to stand up, if she could, and the molly didn't really want to see if she could. If she tried, and failed... In front of Clanmates, cats she had to see every day... It would be humiliating. She noticed Hailhawk standing protectively in front of her, the skeletal tripod looked up at him, listening to his words only partially.

I can't. I can't leave them. I can't walk. For the love of God just let me freeze to death. Thoughts raced through her head, and she stared numbly at him for a few moments. She looked over at Redstalk, who the kittypet was now introducing itself to. Biting down hard, she struggled fraily to her paws, matter fur bristling in challenge to the kittypet, warning it to stay silent or he would lose his ears. But, lucky her, while her three remaining legs shook and looked very unstable, she was able to stay up. For now. She felt like a structure of twigs, just moments away from collapsing. "I can't leave them." She wheezed, finally realizing her mistake. Maybe she should have known that being pulled away from her mate before she was ready- again, would be hard. The thought of leaving then again before she was ready made her single hind leg shake, and she fell backwards into a sitting position, skeletal figure shaking as she breathed in and out heavily.