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Originally Posted by Crow
@ Frisk
She was gone.
Birchstep had died in the night, Crowfoot by her side. Their kits had been transferred to a foster mother, to prevent the sickness from spreading. The sun started to rise as her spirit slipped away, the names of her mate and kits swirling in the silver clouds. And like that, she was gone. Her golden eyes, sparkling and bursting with life, had dulled. The moons of trust and love, of moonlit walks in the forest, of playful wintry strolls- they were all over. Hot tears streamed down his fur, and the tom fell to the ground, sobbing unabashedly into his paws. The one cat he cared about enough to do anything for was dead.
They were supposed to grow old together. He was supposed to take care of her, to protect her. Suddenly, he understood Thornfrost, and Bucknight, and Ratnight and Singenight and Blazingnight. It was Starclan who'd let this happen. They had taken Birchstep from him. They had stolen her. She wasn't even 40 moons old yet. She wasn't halfway done. Crowfoot let out a mangled yell before collapsing back into sobs. How could this have happened? Had he done something wrong? What had he done that he deserved a fate worse than death?
[[Hhhhnnn feels //screams]]
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It was somewhat a lovely day for Russetstar- he was having a great time. Padding out of his den with a loud yawn, his eyes glittered in the new sunlight as he grinned, standing proudly as he entered camp. However, his good mood didn't seem to last very long as he could hear a pained screech ring through the clearing, his ears sticking up in a panic. Scanning the camp for any sign of unrest, he let out a sigh of relief as he saw that nobody had been injured, though it was still unsettling as he saw that it was a close friend of his. Scrambling to his paws, Russetstar briskly approached Crowfoot with a look of worry- he'd heard that Birchstep had fallen sick a few days ago, but he sounded like something more... grave had happened.
"Crow- are you alright?" The tom murmured quietly as he approached his friend, pressing his tail against the warrior's flank comfortingly. Seeing the cat's expression up-close now, it was even more heartbreaking than he thought it was. ...Did something happen to the kits, too? It had been awhile until he'd had a mate himself, but he'd felt the same thing that Crowfoot felt when his ex-mate disappeared into the night- Shellfeather. "...Is Birchstep alright?" He could tell that something had happened to her- she'd been sick, and his friend's scream wasn't something he would screech out of the blue without any meaning.