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⚠︎ "Ghosts!" The warrior hisses loudly while appearing behind the two. These two are disgusting creatures that Ghost had to get rid of, that was clear enough. Fawnpaw was the worse of the two. "Silence,, ghosts!" The warrior spat out at the two apprentices. Paw pointing the apprentices den. A hiss clearly seething from the scarred warrior. These two were not to see the light of this meeting, Bumblestar or not. Ghostwhisperer had the thought go by in a flash, the wish to be able to speak properly again...no thanks to that cat that did this to void.. Singesmoke.
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⚠︎ "Ghosts!" The warrior hisses loudly while appearing behind the two. These two are disgusting creatures that Ghost had to get rid of, that was clear enough. Fawnpaw was the worse of the two. "Silence,, ghosts!" The warrior spat out at the two apprentices. Paw pointing the apprentices den. A hiss clearly seething from the scarred warrior. These two were not to see the light of this meeting, Bumblestar or not. Ghostwhisperer had the thought go by in a flash, the wish to be able to speak properly again...no thanks to that cat that did this to void.. Singesmoke.
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Fawnpaw looked behind her. "Sorry. No ghosts here. Just beaten and bleeding apprentices." She hissed. Fawnpaw rested her head on Shypaw's back again. @Demini
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Fawnpaw looked behind her. "Sorry. No ghosts here. Just beaten and bleeding apprentices." She hissed. Fawnpaw rested her head on Shypaw's back again. @Demini
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⚠︎ The warrior exhaled a sharp breath. "Ghosts!" The white longhair mewed, once again pointing voids tail towards the apprentices den. This- this was going no-where, ghost was stuck like this. Stars above, when void thought it couldn't get worse, it did infact, get worse.
⚠︎ Singesmoke sighs, burn is very hestitant t even walk over, Ghostwhisperer needed help though, Singe had done this to void... it was the least burn could do after that day. "Can you two, just please go to the apprentices' den? Ghost.....whisperer has asked you both to return to your den, you two are beyond disrespectful to the families of Cracklepaw and Vinekit, I am asking kindly before I get a Hornet to deal a worse punishment." Burn isn't focussed on anyone afterwards, if the two left, so did Singesmoke, Mapleface needed away from Bumblestar before things happened that burn couldn't aid in.
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⚠︎ The warrior exhaled a sharp breath. "Ghosts!" The white longhair mewed, once again pointing voids tail towards the apprentices den. This- this was going no-where, ghost was stuck like this. Stars above, when void thought it couldn't get worse, it did infact, get worse.
⚠︎ Singesmoke sighs, burn is very hestitant t even walk over, Ghostwhisperer needed help though, Singe had done this to void... it was the least burn could do after that day. "Can you two, just please go to the apprentices' den? Ghost.....whisperer has asked you both to return to your den, you two are beyond disrespectful to the families of Cracklepaw and Vinekit, I am asking kindly before I get a Hornet to deal a worse punishment." Burn isn't focussed on anyone afterwards, if the two left, so did Singesmoke, Mapleface needed away from Bumblestar before things happened that burn couldn't aid in.
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Keeping her position, Fawnpaw spoke. "No can do. I'm not pissing off Bumblestar. And there's a meeting going on! We're supposed to be here." The apprentice explained. Her shoulders and face were still wounded and bleeding. @Demini
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The cold body of her uncle lay in front of her, and Redkit's small frame trembled as she stared at it. Stepping forward to nudge him again, as if hoping her touch would startle him back, so he could yell at her again and call her a gremlin (whatever that was, maybe it was another word for niece) and a demon. Anything. She just wanted him to get up. Prove to her that everything was okay and that she was just overthinking. "Uncle Cwackles, please wake up." She whispered, her plea barely audible over the murmur of the cats behind her, and she turned to look at the gathered cats, rosy tortie ears pinning against her head. Tri-colored eyes widened as the solemn looks and she turned around again, staring down at her uncle.
What was going on? Gentle teeth gripped her scruff and Redkit was too frozen to struggle, assuming it was her mama here to make things okay again, so she allowed herself to be carried away from Crackles, her very bushy bobtail tucked between her legs, eyes finally straying to the body of one of her denmates. The little tortoiseshell point felt her throat swell with unease and she twisted in the cat's grip. Oh. This wasn't her mama. She had half a mind to jerk herself free and run back to her uncle's side, but she was too frozen. Her limbs knew something her brain didn't, and that was terrifying.
Sitting down beside Violetfreckle, the bobtail was rigid where she sat, afraid to move, afraid to shatter whatever was holding her together. Whatever innocence kept her in the blissful ignorance of youth. Tears streamed down Redkit's face, her small form huddled against Violentfreckle as she sniffled softly. "I loved him a lot, but I don't know if he ever loved me, and he's not w-waking up a-and I don't know what's going on." she choked out, her voice barely audible. The burden of not knowing if her familial love was reciprocated hung heavy on her young heart, a painful ache that seemed impossible to bear, it felt like she was physically pinned down by the weight. She didn't know if her Uncle loved her and now she didn't even know if he was okay and it was all too scary.
It was terrifying before her mother appeared in camp. Accepting the comforting licks that Violetfreckle offered, Redkit felt her eyes water at the first shriek her mama let out. Yes. Something was terribly wrong, and little red was terribly confused. "Bleeding?" A new word she hadn't been acquainted with, yet. "D-dead?" She knew that word. The leaves on the ground were dead. The prey in the prey pile was dead. But her Uncle Crackles was not.
Even Mama herself was saying that it wasn't true. (Redkit was too overwhelmed to notice the denial and took it at face value, and face value happened to be the most er.... comforting. Far less tragic. Far less heart rending.)
There was that word again. Died. Dead. Gone. Redkit was young, but not young enough to miss the clear anguish and horror in her mother's voice. Her Uncle Cracklepaw was dead. Whatever that meant. Because only plants and prey animals and strangers could die- not family. Redkit knew that family left, but family didn't die. Family couldn't die.
"Mama?" She whimpered for her mother, although it would take a miracle for her small voice to be heard over all the voices. The angry voices. The quiet voices. The loud voices. The mean voices. The confused voices.
Too many voices. Too many cats.
Not enough family. Family gone. Not enough air. Need air.
Sick. Sick. Tummy hurt. Air. Need air. Need Mama. Need siblings. Need Crackles. Need answers.
She refused to leave the meeting, not when she wanted answers about her family, about why her family was being torn apart for the fourth time. So she sat, shrinking back against her companion, trying to focus on her breathing but it was hard when her world was crashing down around her.
Now that was the call of a leader not to be messed with.
Golden ears shot up as Bumblestar's barking call echoed out over the clearing, and Lioncrest was quick to move (only limping slightly from the wounds on his shoulder) to a front row seat before the stone. Amber eyes widened slightly at the sight of the bodies laid out before them, before he settled into a sitting position and surveyed the scene. Two kits. One by age, and one by maturity. Dead. As for the reason, he was certain the fuming she-cat looming above the crowd would enlighten them all to shortly. Cracklekit's kin were quick to race to his side, mourning as they should, but Mapleface's rage was hard to deny... A tragedy it certainly was, and grief was to be allowed and shared, but jumping to conclusions would do no cat any good.
A fact that certain clanmates should already know. Especially considering their experience and warrior status.
Redkit was scooped away from their deceased kin relatively quickly, but the queen and Eveningdance still stared up towards their leader and clanmates in anger. A challenge at a time like this? Mousebrain strategies from a warrior who should be much more capable of rational thought. Letting out a low growl, the large tom pulled himself up to his feet and forcibly maneuvered himself between the base of the Stormcrest and the mourners.
"Stand down Eveningdance," he rumbled, voice low enough to be heard only by the cats he stood next to. Ignoring the strain in his injured shoulder as he moved to become a physical barrier between his clanmate and his leader, amber eyes seared a further challenge into the older warrior's mis-matched gaze. "Rash actions are liable to cause further harm rather than good here, and accusations will sow nothing but seeds of contention and anarchy. Two things liable to have you 'loose your ears', as Bumblestar so aptly put it."
If Eveningdance couldn't pull it together, he was going to get himself (and potentially Mapleface) in hot water, and Lioncrest wasn't about to simply give him the opportunity to continue spitting challenges up at his leader. If he refused to move back on his own, he was confident a few well-placed shoves could do the trick...
Grey head poking into camp, bits of dried leaves dusting her pelt and a rather nice bright yellow leaf clutched in her jaws, the small warrior merely widened her eyes slightly at a... frighteningly familiar scene playing out in the clearing of her home. Sure, the camp was different, a different leader (one of her peers) sat atop the ceremonial meeting-place, and different cats milled and muttered throughout the clearing, but the scene was the same... Always the same.
Bodies in the clearing. Death to the young. Callousness and inappropriate or assuming responses from her clanmates.
Slinking through the entrance (and merely hoping no cat was able to spot her and her pretty [but gosh darn bright] leaf), Mistheart attempted to maneuver herself around the camp walls before plopping herself into a shadowed area where she could observe from a distance. She wanted nothing to do with whatever chaos would burst forth, but she had to stay and find out what happened... If only to slink out after and attempt to spruce up Willow's Rise for a few fresh graves.
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Why in the name of StarClan was everything happening around her? All Violetfreckle wanted to do was watch from afar, but she dragged herself into things by doing what no one else had the brains to do and grabbing Redkit [ @poppy. ] and taking her away from a body. Seemed simple enough. She listened as the poor kit lamented about things she didn't understand, and tried to think of comforting words to say.
But then everything blew up.
First, some tortoiseshell-pointed she-cat [ @Rose ] came wailing in about Cracklekit (after sparing Violetfreckle and Redkit a glance). Her screaming voice pierced Violetfreckle's temples and made her headache sing and swell to new heights. She squeezed her eyes shut and flattened her ears, trying in vain to block out the cries of the cat. It, of course, didn't work, and Violetfreckle was left feeling more angry than when she started. But she still had a trembling kit to worry about, so she couldn't explode. Instead, she gently nosed Redkit in an attempt to get her to her paws. If that didn't work, she'd simply scoop the kit up again after saying "Come on, let's go to your mother." This was a family matter, and she didn't want to spit fire in front of an innocent kit.
After (hopefully) either getting the kit moving or moving her herself, Violetfreckle ended up by the tortoiseshell -- who she now recognized as Mapleface -- and an older cat who she thought was Evening...something [ @silverwynds ]. She gently but urgently tried to usher Redkit to either one of the pair, then flattened her ears and curled her lip as she got in Mapleface's... well, face. She spoke softly yet harshly, trying not to yell. "Who the hell are you to make assumptions when you just got here? How do you know the whole Clan 'sat back while two kits died'?" She repeated the words, spitting them like they were venom. "Maybe if you shut your mouth and stopped howling like a rabid fox, you'd learn what happened!"
With that, she whirled around to confront Eveningwhatever. "And you. You do realize that no one cares about what you think is bloodshed, right? Do you seriously think that Bumblestar would kill a cat for no good reason? Use your brain, if you even have one Starsdamnit!" She hissed, hearing her voice raise as she defended Bumblestar. "The both of you need to pull your stupid heads out of your stupid asses, shut up, and maybe think for just 3 seconds instead of charging in like a wild badger and hissing traitorous insults to our leader! You have more important things, like getting Redkit into the nursery and taking care of her!" Self-control was slipping. She needed to end there. Violetfreckle gave the duo one last snarl, gave Redkit one last look of sympathy and apology, and went back to her spot, her head ringing. Some other cat approached, and Violetfreckle relearned Eveningdance's name, committing it to memory. Unfortunately, she was a feline who held a grudge.
She settled in, hoping this idiocy was done and over with. A sudden voice startled her, and Violetfreckle whirled around, teeth bared in a snarl before realizing that it was one of the apprentices from earlier [ @Shadowed Flower ]. Upon hearing the words "I'm sorry", she dropped her angry snarl and flattened her ears, feeling a pinprick of guilt. She looked to the other apprentice as well [ @Demini ] and opened her mouth to explain that she didn't care what they were talking about, but was interrupted by another howling cat.
Violetfreckle let out a low growl, her tail sweeping from side to side. She didn't give a flying rat's tail about ghosts, she just wanted everyone to stop yelling in her Starsdamned ears. She turned to face the cat, aptly named Ghostwhisperer [ @vampire ] (she did remember that one -- it was an odd name, it stuck out). She was just about out of patience, and the only thing that had really happened was Bumblestar calling the stupid meeting. NOTHING ELSE. This was ridiculous. Then some other cat came in telling the two apprentices to go to their den. Violetfreckle really tried to take a deep, calming breath. But that didn't work, so she did what she knew how to: yell.
"YOU," she hissed, looking at the cat that wasn't Ghostwhisperer. "Who are YOU to demand that these cats can't attend a meeting? I don't wanna hear 'BuT gHoStWhIsPeReR sAiD' -- YOU have no authority. Go ahead, grab a Hornet, waste their time. I'm suuuure they would LOVE that. And YOU," she spat, facing Ghostwhisperer. "If anyone's being disrespectful here, it's you howling about ghosts! If you can't handle this meeting, get out of here! to the warrior's den, to the territory, I don't care! But you clearly don't belong here right now!"
She didn't sign up for any of this. Her head pounded. Violetfreckle just wanted a nap right now.
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Bumblestar's call and other such yelling reached him from the warriors' den and he promptly lifted himself from his nest to see what all the fuss was about. Shrill cries and angry shouting met his ears, and the putrid sight of two still bodies lying beneath the Stormcrest caught his attention. Sharpclaw pushed through the crowd, or more like limped through as his shoulder was once again busted. He always liked to take his sweet time before visiting the medicine den for any sort of injury, and even longer when it came to speaking with Drizzlecloud.
He finally reached the front and first laid eyes on the smaller of the two bodies, Vinekit if he remembered their name correctly. His face took on a more somber look, though cats who weren't familiar with him wouldn't be able to tell it apart from his usual grouchy look. It was always a crappy day when a kit died, and even though Sharpclaw had nothing to do with their death he also played no part in protecting them. That alone was enough to leave him with a guilty conscience.
Then he slowly drew his gaze upon the second 'kit' and his face contorted into a hateful glare. It gave him a guilty pleasure to think that 'Cracklekit' would be the name that the psychopath took to his grave. Was that wrong of him? Probably, but he'd bet his tail that many other clanmates felt the same way. Many except for one glaringly obvious one.
Sharpclaw allowed the caterwaul of wails to take center stage in his mind, two of the louder ones he recognized as Mapleface and Violetfreckle. Of course it would be those two, and of course Bumblestar wouldn't keep promise to tear their ears off despite the ruckus they were making. Especially considering one was a queen and the other her illegitimate girlfriend.
Sharpclaw growled as he turned to face the two mollys, shooting each of them a look that spoke 'Shut the hell up before I make you'. He wouldn't actually, not wanting to add any more fuel to this forest fire of a meeting. Of course, he knew Violetfreckle was only trying to help, but he thought Bumblestar was more than capable of keeping her warriors in line herself. Plus, all of her yelling was giving him a headache, which more than earned her an angry glare from the teen.
As for Mapleface, he guessed he couldn't judge her too harshly. It was one of her siblings lying dead in front of her, so wasn't it natural to be a bit... hysterical? Sharpclaw chose to believe he would act in such a way; he believed he would be calm and professional during this kind of ordeal, though he couldn't say for sure as he'd never had any siblings to care for... or any cat for that matter.
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Like a crow to a carcass, Redkit was snuggling with Crackle(kit)paw's body. He hadn't even seen her (annoying?) self scamper over, so she must've been there already. Alderstep watched from his safe, secluded spot in the back, eyebrows coming together in concern. Was anybody gonna do something about that...? Technically he could, yeah, but explaining the concept of death to a child wasn't exactly on his short to-do list for the day. Besides, the russet cat could still remember the things that Redkit had said, so reflective of her uncle's blood-thirsty ways. Thinking back on it made him shudder. Yeah, no. Not doing that today. Ew.
And looking at Crackle(kit)paw's dead body, he found himself unable to mark down what he was feeling. Maybe it was nothing, though he wondered if he should be rejoiced the troublesome creature was dead. The white cat had always inspired a sense of uncanny-valley mixed with sheer ire within him. So why wasn't Alderstep jumping for joy? He distinctly remembered wanting to tear the kid to pieces, but. Guess he just didn't really want that.
Vinekit, though. The kit had to be connected, judging by the careful placement. Alderstep twitched his whiskers. Whatever, thinking was overrated and Bumblestar would explain soon enough.
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She/He/They/It - Genderfluid - Abrosexual - 41 Moons - A large, fluffy russet tabby she-cat with white paws and one green and one blue eye. She has multiple little scars on her left wrist/paw - A bit smaller than maine coon - Completely Blind
BerryFrost awoke from her empty and dreamless sleep. She felt her eyes open but saw nothing but darkness. She sighed, she had hoped and prayed that she was dreaming but, alas, she was not. She was blind and she just couldn't do anything about it. She sat up, trying to smell where her brother was but couldn't pick out his scent from the others. She knew to go straight out the den and she'd arrive in the clearing. She did that, the blind russet she-cat now standing in the clearing. "Alder?" She called "Alder where are you?"
Why was the Cracklekit dead? Feathernose stared up at Bumblestar completely baffled.
Ghostpaw barely registered anything, except only for the tang of blood. Wrapped up in grief, the apprentice looked dumbly at the leader.
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