Post by Ioana003 on Apr 28, 2021 17:35:50 GMT
Bumblepelt
It was a sad day.
Sunrise was just beginning. Willowbranch, the Medicine Cat, found that the wounds on Streamflower were in fact from another cat. But without any scent or remnant, it was hard to tell which Clan had done it. One thing was obvious, however: someone wanted war. And for as long as the striped tabby remained Representative of RiverClan, they would get it until the bitter end.
Dragging carefully the body of the she-cat, Bumblepelt was being helped by Hailfall and another close friend of hers. Streamflower’s family wasn’t large and she had few kits, if more than one. But Hailfall was a great Warrior and the tom was sure he knew exactly which spot his mother wanted to be buried in.
While his mind circled with grief and worry about the death, they all soon found themselves at Tall Tree. Overhead, leaves covered most of the pale orange sky, and the ground felt cold with the shade. And, even sooner, the she-cat’s body rested in a slightly dented part of the ground.
“Streamflower was a great Warrior,” began the tom in a low tone. “And I’m sure a great mother and friend. May she find calm rivers and plenty of fish in StarClan.”
He waited for Hailfall to speak as well.
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Thorne
I'll also take play a Water Element NPC for this after Hailfall says what he wants to say/grieves.
It was a sad day.
Sunrise was just beginning. Willowbranch, the Medicine Cat, found that the wounds on Streamflower were in fact from another cat. But without any scent or remnant, it was hard to tell which Clan had done it. One thing was obvious, however: someone wanted war. And for as long as the striped tabby remained Representative of RiverClan, they would get it until the bitter end.
Dragging carefully the body of the she-cat, Bumblepelt was being helped by Hailfall and another close friend of hers. Streamflower’s family wasn’t large and she had few kits, if more than one. But Hailfall was a great Warrior and the tom was sure he knew exactly which spot his mother wanted to be buried in.
While his mind circled with grief and worry about the death, they all soon found themselves at Tall Tree. Overhead, leaves covered most of the pale orange sky, and the ground felt cold with the shade. And, even sooner, the she-cat’s body rested in a slightly dented part of the ground.
“Streamflower was a great Warrior,” began the tom in a low tone. “And I’m sure a great mother and friend. May she find calm rivers and plenty of fish in StarClan.”
He waited for Hailfall to speak as well.
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Thorne
I'll also take play a Water Element NPC for this after Hailfall says what he wants to say/grieves.
