How much did these cats hate order and chaos? He responded to Rowanmane first. "I'm not stopping cats from grieving. I'm trying to give Cobs, Berries, and Owltalon space. They can grieve away from them." he said simply. Then it was Salamanderpaw. He was trying to keep cool, but his temper was growing shorter by the minute. "Like I told Rowanmane, I'm not stopping cats from grieving. We should give the medicine cats and Owltalon space until we're told when we should pay our respects." he explained. He heard Cobwebs call his name. She didn't like him giving orders, but she appreciated the help, which was nice. "Of course. I won't order cats around." he mewed, dipping his head. Cricketsplash's ears perked up as he heard Cobs call them to pay their respects before collapsing into sobs. He rushed over, concern furrowing his brow. "Are you ok?" he asked, before turning to Berryshine. "Are there any herbs that help with shock or something like that?"
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His attention went to CobwebFern as she spoke. Ah- WisteriaWren. He softened a bit…but- no. He was supposed to do the opposite. He has to be strong for her. Well…now he knew where she was. His steps were careful as he weaved through the cats. He nudged her softly on her shoulder then licked by her ear. “Hey lovely…I’m sorry…‘m so sorry.” he muttered to her, his gaze sympathetic and welled with tears…He was anxious, thinking just the medicine cats…an apprentice…and Wisty. “Are…will…ya all be okay?…Just ya four?…Jus’- the coyote- I- can’…” his voice was choppy, and he didn’t even let himself finish, because quite frankly, the coyote coming back was unlikely but…he couldn’t even meet the thought of what could happen. “If- BerryShine or…CobwebFern will allow…” well…he was sure no cat wanted to be around him…Maybe BerryShine but…he couldn’t offer himself. He didn’t want them to feel unsafe. “Broken…or a lionhear’ t’ go or something…” And not calling himself that reminded him of his failures…but now wasn’t the time. Oh- SeaBreeze…offered himself. That made him feel better. SeaBreeze was…a friend. “There’s tha’…please stay safe…Mk?”
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he/they - 9 moons - Go with the flow Content information: derealisation
What?
Eyes widened as he stared. They were speechless.
Then there was noise. Noise everywhere. This wasn't like the other things they'd seen. Normally there was some kind of preparation - you know, a literal attack on the clan, knowledge that the clan's literally fighting dogs or otters. But this came out of nowhere. A clan of hope, and maybe for once, peace, suddenly met with that hope lying dead. Over someone's back.
It were as though the clan was erupting. He didn't want to be here. With the noise, with the death, with the blood. He'd seen too much blood, he reckoned. RiverClan, the clans in general, spilled far too much blood, far too often. If a strong cat like Stormstar could die so quickly, what hope was there for him?
Salamanderpaw was quick on the scene. Saying... Something. He couldn't hear it. Were they just too far away? Or had their ears tuned out? Did it matter? It was like looking through water, like all of this was happening far, far away from them. They lay down, nuzzling their head into their paws. This would all be over soon. But, once it was over, would it not star again?
Berryshine said something. He supposed the words were obvious. And then Cobwebfern was... Loud? He heard them. He heard what they said. Don't touch her? Maybe.... Maybe medicine stuff.... He was tired. His eyes closed. It wasn't worth trying to see through the water. Now all he heard was this flat noise. Voices, lots of voices but distant. Flat.
Something something apprentices in the nursery. That's silly. Most of them were here when the other clans attacked. They'd seen it all. Sparing them this sight wouldn't help. He wasn't all that bothered by the body. But he wasn't sure he liked this whole... Seeing through water thing, with the flattened noises. Whatever. Then he heard a most recognisable voice. His sister. She clearly wasn't happy with that sentiment either. Whatever she said sounded smart. Smarter than anything he could string together right now.
Pay respects. He didn't really want to move. But they couldn't miss out on the burial and this. They pulled themself to their paws, slowly creeping over. There was more space now. Less crowding. After Adderstrike was done, he crept up to Stormstar's body. He didn't have anything to say right now. But he forced something out. "Th.... Thank you." He'd have something to say tomorrow, the day after, but today was so.... Foggy. He dipped his head solemnly, before taking himself to the apprentice den. He'd stay there until he heard any big noise.
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Primroseadder followed her former mentor over to the body of the RiverClan Leader, her pawsteps soft. At Adderstrike's side, she mimicked the older warrior's moves and touched her maw to Stormstar's shoulder fur. ´´Thank you, Stormstar,´´ The she-cat murmured, aware that Cobwebfern was watching her and Adderstrike closely. ´´You were the cat to give me my warrior name. I can never thank you enough for restabilizing RiverClan and bringing us to our highest peak in moons.´´
Primroseadder's heart ached at her own words. Sure, Stormstar had given her her warrior name, but she was the only warrior that the gray-furred leader had been able to give a name to. And now, Primroseadder felt grief sharpen its claws and sink them into her. Stormstar hadn't gotten to choose her name. She had requested her name herself, and Stormstar had honored that request. She turned to Cobwebfern and blinked, tears falling from her emerald hues. ´´I'd....like to help, if you'll let me, Cobwebfern.´´
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Daisypaw stared at the leader. Stormstar...was gone? Two leaders down by the time she was an apprentice. "What the....what the hell is wrong with cats!! Can't we lave one Staclan damned cat alive!" She snarled. Grief and sadness filling her tone as she pressed her body against Berryshines. Her nose against Stormstars cold but familiar pelt.
Willowtail wailed in grief. Stormstar had treated her like a little sister, "What am I going to do if all the cats I care about keep dying" Willowtail sobbed. Letting Stagheart sit her down as she sobbed. Resting her forehead against his shoulder, her small grey and ginger pelt shaking. Whiskers trembling. "What am I going to do...." she sniffled sadly. "Everybody is gone" she wailed.
Stagheart inhaled deeply, his eyes following Daisypaw as his apprentice appeared, leaning into Berryshine. He swallowed, the wails of his Clanmates creating a saddening symphony that reminded him all too well that this was real. At Willowtail's voice, he turned to the younger she-cat, letting her rest her forehead against him. He could feel her shaking, and he instinctively leaned just a bit closer, trying to stay steady for her as his own mind raced.
"Shh, shh... it's gonna be okay," he murmured, his voice even rougher than usual, clearing his throat from his own grief. "Not everyone. You've got me, 'n Daisypaw, 'n Berry... dontchu forget that. We're all here for you, Willow. This... this is gonna hurt, just like Weepin'paw. But we'll... we'll get through it."
He paused, blinking away the sheen from his eyes that had just barely gotten misty. Gaze hardening, he slowly stood to his paws as Cobwebfern spoke, heart aching at the amount of pain he could see in her eyes. The warrior nodded to her instructions, using his tail and shoulder to gently nudge Willowtail to her feet if she'd let him, pointing his muzzle towards Stormstar.
"C'mon... we should go pay our respects, one last time. To say goodbye..." His gaze lingered on the warrior he'd adopted as a daughter, the distraught look on her face twisting his insides. He glanced back at her one more time before making his way forward, pawsteps feeling much heavier than usual. When it was finally his turn, he took a deep breath in through his nose and stepped forward.
Stormstar almost looked... small, like this. Crumpled and half-bloodied, her fur partially groomed by those who'd already said their goodbyes... it was a foreign look for the strong, passionate leader he'd followed. He could almost still hear her saying "Stags!" in that familiar drawl of hers. Swallowing against the lump in his throat, the stoic tom allowed his eyes to glisten once more with emotion as he lowered his nose and pressed it to Stormstar's cooling fur.
"Thank ya, Storms, for everythin' you've done... StarClan knows we needed you to bring us back. From the day you first joined, I could see you'd be a fire for us all, 'n look what you'd become. I... I was proud to serve under you."Storms. Heh. It was a nickname he'd almost called her in retaliation for her always calling him 'Stags', but he'd never had the courage to say it, figuring the spunky she-cat was picky in her kennings; he didn't think it was too far off that he'd receive a cuff around the ears if he'd tried to be too casual when regarding her. But... now was a good a time as any to say it, eh? He paused, clearing his throat, managing to say the traditional sendoff in a rumbly, grieved tone. "May you find good huntin', swift runnin', 'n shelter where you sleep. It... it was an honor. To call you my leader."
With that, the tom gave a respectful lick to help smooth down the fur around Stormstar's shoulder, clearing away some of the blood. Then he raised his head and stepped back, giving good space to allow the next cat to approach and say their goodbyes, an aching feeling in his chest. His rational mind was already considering how Owltalon would be a fine leader in Stormstar's stead, but he couldn't focus too much on that now. Right now he allowed himself to silently dwell on the loss of a she-cat who'd he'd consider something like a friend, despite their professional sort of relationship; they'd both held a mutual respect and honor. And although he wasn't a Lionheart, he also kept his stark gaze on his leader's corpse and the approaching cats, watching for any funny business, his expression going unreadable once more.
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The cold sting of snow beneath his paws didn't quite register as much as it usually did, not if the biting cold wind could distract him as dark amber eyes glared across the clearing at the scene unfolding. Aspenpaw wasn't sure what he should feel and whatever he was supposed to be feeling-- well he was sure it would kick in soon. As of the moment no emotions were registering only a deep seated feeling of disbelief. Stormstar could be dead. She was THE leader, she was supposed to lead them for many more moons and and- she had an extra life? Starclan took both in one day?? The apprentice hovered near the apprentice den straining to see past the gathered cats and see the body for himself. Something told him that even if he saw her lifeless form he'd still not believe it. Not accept it. Was it normal to go through this many leaders so quickly? Was this some kind of curse on riverclan. Maybe his younger self's thoughts towards starclan hadn't been so wrong as he had begun to believe. Starclan truly had forsaken riverclan.
Aspenpaw took a few hesitant steps towards the crowd, weaving between cats until he stood a good enough distance from the leader, or her body atleast. His eye scanned over he still form as if searching for any sign of life but like every dead body there was nothing to be found. Anger. That's what he was feeling, he didn't know at what. Whatever killed stormstar? Stormstar herself for leaving her clan so soon, no. He was angry at- at....he didn't know. Aspenpaw ignored the warriors instructing for apprentices and kits to leave, they had no right to tell him if he could mourn or not. The grey and white Tom watched as his clanmates began to step forward and say their last goodbyes to Stormstar. A cat he had looked up to, someone he'd hoped to impress when he was a kit and he'd still hoped to do so until this day. A clanmate he had respect in. The leader.
Aspenpaw stalked forward and stared down at the body of his former leader. He stood for moment, but no words came to mind. What was he supposed to say? May you find happiness and comfort in starclan? For all his concern starclan could burn, starclan couldn't careless about them. Should he say thank you? That she had been a great leader? "I- um- thank you...you were an exceptional leader and clanmate. For that I honour you" he mumbled and bowed his head in respect before retreating a few pawsteps.
Still no sadness.
Aspenpaw trudged towards the apprentice den his thoughts now on the deputy. Would Owltalon also die a few moons into the rank or would she be failure in the position. He'd hate to think about it, I liked the cool scar lady but this was a curse and he doubted anycat could easily avoid curses.
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...Wha-?
Turning to look at Waveclaw, he quietly decided to approach.
"...It's not your fault. Don't blame yourself." He quietly spoke, voice full of sympathy.
"i should of made sure she was safe." waveclaw cries. Waveclaw lays by his leader.
Breezepaw padded forward.
“Stormstar.. you were a amazing leader.. I’ll miss you so much.. and.. I never got to ask you.. how’d you like the fish?” He joked lightly tears running down his face.
“You were there for me when my momma died and..” he chokes letting a single tear fall onto Stormstar’s body.
“May you have good hunting in Starclan..” he said.
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Cobwebfern is back, piecing words together through her misery, finally instilling some order in a manner that Salamanderpaw doesn't feel inclined to object to. She's still glaring at Cricketsplash, but this has far less to do with the warrior and more to do with her own desire to be mean to somebody, anybody, because it almost feels like holding on to that is keeping all the other ugliness in her belly at bay. First it had been Seabreeze and now it's Cricketsplash and maybe later it'll be somebody else. Who knows, because her mind is pried out of her ire at the sight of a familiar brown and white pelt—!
She barges toward Seapaw, who looks as if they're moving in a dream. Even so, she doesn't know what else she can do besides press her pelt to his and bear witness to his farewell to Stormstar, who Salamanderpaw is having a hard time understanding to be Stormstar anymore. That thing is just a husk. Just a shape. Just the thing that called herself Stormstar when she was, once, the strongest cat that Salamanderpaw could think of. The strongest cat in Riverclan and therefore, the strongest in the whole entire world.
Now all that might has been bitten out of her, bled into the mouth of something hungrier than she was great. And that's that. It's all still so funny to Salamanderpaw because she doesn't know what else it could possibly be and she is too damn tired to let it be another tragedy. It's funny but she can't laugh, not now, not standing so close to—it, to the thing, to all that's left. Salamanderpaw's tongue is stuck to the roof of her mouth. Seapaw doesn't say much. She can't bring herself to say anything, no matter how badly she wants to. It should be something kind, or something strong, or something to prove that she'll do what she can to honor Stormstar's memory because surely that is something she owes the former leader, if nothing else, but Salamanderpaw says nothing. If this is just what happens to us then what's the point in talking to her now? Wherever Stormstar's spirit is, it cannot possibly be waiting with bated breath to hear what Salamanderpaw has to say.
Seapaw departs as quietly as they'd approached and she doesn't follow. Salamanderpaw steps aside to let others at the body. Primroseadder's and Stagheart's send-offs are fond and heartfelt and Salamanderpaw hates them for it only because she's jealous that they know what to say. That they have anything to say at all. Then Aspenpaw. Then Waveclaw. Then Breezepaw. Her mouth flaps open and shut, chest swelling and stalling with failed attempts at something, something, anything. She should hop back in line, buy herself more time, really think. She doesn't. She inches back a pawstep at a time, in no mood to retreat into the apprentice's den just yet but still looking to separate herself from the mourning because she's had her fill. Sorry. Maybe that's the best she can do. It feels like it might be, so she doesn't say it out loud. An apology, how embarrassing.
It had been only a sunrise since Stormstar had taken him back to camp and accepted Ramen - now Honeypaw - into riverclan. It felt wrong without furbs, but she had to show up soon, right? The one-eyed tabby was loafing in the clearing, puffing his fur up against the cold of leafbare. it had been over a season-cycle since he became an apprentice, and he intended on trying to finish his training as soon as possible.
He was waiting for stormstar to return to ask her about changing his name. They had a new one in mind, however they shuddered at the thought of his new name. No, he had to get better. And that means getting over his fears. But his plan took a turn when he smelt blood. Rainpaw turned his head, one blue eye widening at the sight. Stormstar, dead on Seabreeze's back.
He couldn't say he was all that surprised, but that didn't mean he wasn't upset. This was the... sixth leader in his lifetime. But stormstar was a good cat and a great leader, so it hurt to see her go. Rainpaw stood where he was, allowing cats who were closer to stormstar to grieve. He looked around the clearing, trying to spot Honeypaw, but no sight of his friend. Prehaps it was better that they didn't witness this - after all honey had only been here for a sunrise, and rain was just returning after moons in exile.
Rainpaw watched as Cobwebfern - who was apparently the medicine cat apprentice now, good for her - and Berryshine investigate and pronounce her dead. The apprentice blinked his eye, thinking for a moment whether he should pay his respects. Ultimately, he got up, wincing slightly as he put pressure on his partly-burnt hind leg and trotted over to the now-deceased leader.
"...thank you. For everythin. For helpin ta train me a bit, bein a good deputy for the short time before I was exiled, n for letting me n ramen in. We'll make ya proud, I promise," they said, exhaling a shaky breath. "May StarClan light your path," the blue-gray tabby finally said, dipping his head. With that, he cast a glance over to the medicine cats and went back over to his spot, observing from a distance.
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