She pads over to beeStream. "Good Morning, BeeStream... I was wondering If you'd like to go hunting? I'm starving but as you may know,,, everyone else must eat first. I'm thinking of getting some fish for the clan." The beautiful Ginger, silver and white tabby she-cat smiled. She seemed kind, her blue eyes glimmering.
Beestream stood up "Sure pebblesplash, we can go hunting" she said as she flicked her tail and smiled back
Silentripple watches as Beestream and Pebble splash leave to go hunting. Maybe I should see if some other cat wants to go hunting. she wonders.
She's open for interaction.
Slatestripe emerged from the warriors’ den, stretching his limbs. He’d just woken from his early evening nap, and was feeling quite refreshed. Glancing around, he saw Silentripple sitting by themselves. They seemed to be watching someone, but Slatestripe couldn’t see who. Shrugging, he figured they must’ve left camp.
Padding over, the warrior asked, “Would you like to go hunting?” It had been some time since he’d been hunting himself. Lately he’d just been teaching.
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Slatestripe emerged from the warriors’ den, stretching his limbs. He’d just woken from his early evening nap, and was feeling quite refreshed. Glancing around, he saw Silentripple sitting by themselves. They seemed to be watching someone, but Slatestripe couldn’t see who. Shrugging, he figured they must’ve left camp.
Padding over, the warrior asked, “Would you like to go hunting?” It had been some time since he’d been hunting himself. Lately he’d just been teaching.
Silentripple
Silentripple smiles, "sure." she meows, then she stands up and starts to walk towards the exit.
" were would you like to hunt." She asks Slatestripe
He never had to be the one to bring a body in. He had groomed Lizardfrost to the best of his abilities, covering her decaying scent with lavender. Wormbite's tail flickered back and forth, a tired rage resting in his hues. He walked to the middle of the clearing, gently setting the Shield onto the soft grass of her home. He leaned down to press his nose affectionately against her cheek before standing up. His shoulders shook with weary and sorrow.
Wormbite took a breath and then another, dropping his gaze to the ground. "Lizardfrost is no longer with us. However, she died a warrior's death even so. I found her near the outskirts border with two dead outsiders. They were not familiar but once more, do not approach the border. Especially if you are alone. We have lost too many clanmates. " His expression became unreadable, his pulse ringing inside his ears.
"Please come and pay your respects. Lizardfrost was a wonderful Shield." Wormbite pulled away, ears flattening to his skull. Too many lives. Slatewhisker's death hadn't even been expected from just one outsider. Did.. did it mean there were more? He couldn't understand. He wished to do more but all he could think of was personally attempting to track down these outsiders. Wormbite knew on his own was unlikely to yield any results but, he did not want to lose anymore clanmates. He's too many bodies in his damned lifetime.
Mapledawn was the first to leave the warriors den, having been woken up by the call of another dead clan member. Her frown deepened as she walked over to the body, ears tight to her head and tail drooped sadly. They gently rested their tail on Wormbite's shoulder for a moment, silent comfort is all they could give to the warrior. They were still worn out emotionally after the death of Slatewhisker and had no good words to give the shield.
They leaned their head down and touched their nose to Lizardfrost's body. May you hunt with our ancestors. You were a great warrior.
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➣ For the first time in what seemed like moons, the weather seemed calm and peaceful, giving the clan a clear sky with no clouds and even a tad bit of warm sunlight. It would probably be the last bit of warmth they would have in the forecast for a long while, until the tailend of leaf-bare came around. Pikestar was tired, like always, but in a strange and morbid way, they were becoming used to it. It was like a sickeningly numb routine. The RiverClan leader was sitting in the mouth of his den, surveying the camp’s clearing in silent, when Wormbite came through the reeds with Lizardfrost’s body in his grasp. A small quiet sigh left Pikestar's parted jaws. Sickeningly numb routine.
Watching in a respectful silence, the tall dark-furred tomcat stayed still as the other oriental went to the center of camp. From there, he rested down the she-cat’s stiffened body and touched his nose affectionately to her cheek. A sign of respect, grief, and perhaps maybe even friendship from Wormbite. At least, that was how Pikestar saw it. From there, the RiverClan leader rose to stand and slipped completely out of his den, into the sunlit clearing. As he approached the two shields, he listened to the other tomcat’s words: how Lizardfrost died a warrior’s death, taking two outsiders down with her. It reminded him of Slatewhisker’s death. How many more of his clanmates would have to die at the claws of outsiders before any of them would be able to relax? The number of bodies kept growing.
Pausing beside Wormbite, Pikestar gazed down at Lizardfrost’s body with an unreadable expression. He was numb to this by now, his entire body showing exhaustion and stress. The oriental longhair was barely forty moons old, but he appeared to be so much more older. “She was a wonderful shield.” Pikestar repeated Wormbite’s words, quiet and under his breath. Then, he bent down his head and touched his nose softly to the molly’s cheek, smelling the comforting scent of lavender. “May you hunt well among the stars.” He thought briefly, before lifting his head back up and turning towards Wormbite, who looked gravely bothered by this whole occurrence. Not surprising.
There was nothing that Pikestar could truly say or do in that moment to make any of this better. Nothing he did could fix the death of a clanmate. However, he was not cold enough yet to just ignore his friend’s grief. Silently, the RiverClan leader pressed his nose to the shield’s shoulder, a gentle gesture of comfort and condolences. Next, Pikestar eased himself into a sitting position, staying with the body, but also giving the rest of RiverClan time to come forward and say goodbye. Lizardfrost had been a RiverClan shield for as long as Pikestar could remember. She had been one when he was a warrior, when he had become a shield, when he was deputy and still when he was leader. It almost didn’t feel real that she was gone. Yet here they all were now, gathered around the dead shield.
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* The sleek lean she was sitting in the clearing. She barely ever left camp unless ordered so. She wasn't much of one to talk and was mostly ignored. She stayed away from the main pathway of the camp and watched silently. She watched the whole scenario of the death of a respected shield. She lowered her head at the sight, but didn't move otherwise. *
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