A Time for Passing [Open]

Feathertail had been through a lot these past few moons. Retiring while her father was still leader, seeing his passing, and then being the only one in the elder's den for a while. Then Gorsefeather, the old medicine cat, joined her and provided some company. She welcomed him into the den. It was nice to have someone to chat with other than apprentice sent to the den to help her with some chores and stuff. She would sometimes complain that she wasn't that old and that she could do it, but as time went on she found it harder and harder to move. Occasionally she would have to stick to her nest for a while before something could be done. If she wasn't gray already then her muzzle would have shown a bunch of gray if she was any other color. Then Icestorm and Lightfoot joined the two other elders. It was a bit unfortunate, but it was nice to have the company as well.

Feathertail sat silently in the elder's den. This was one of the days that she was stuck to her nest. Her joints and any big movement hurt the old she cat, but she wasn't complaining to much. She could feel herself getting tired. It was always so boring on these days. Her den mates could sit outside and chat while she was stuck inside napping or just sitting there. She didn't mind they weren't as old as she was. The gray she-cat shifted in her nest a little bit, and then placed her head down to start on another nap for the day. The elder let out a small content sigh as she closed her eyes and attempted to sleep.

It didn't take long for the elder to fall asleep. Her chest rising and falling at a steady pace. Though if someone was paying attention they would notice the height of her chest rising was getting smaller and smaller. Eventually the elder's breathing stopped all together, and the elder went to join her ancestors.

Crimsonkit has been rolling and play-fighting with the other kits for a while, untill their mother's came to lead them to their nests to curl up and sleep, but she remained outside, wondering what to do next. Usually, she asked one of the queens to let her curl up with her kits, but now she didn't really want to, so she wobbled on her long legs untill she reachedthe fresh-kill pile and, dragging the mouse she got slowly, entered the elders' den.


"Feathertail, I brought you a mouse! Can you please tell me a story? Please?" she meowed, looking with eager yes at the elderess, waiting for her to wake up and and eat the prey before starting another one of her beautiful legends. But the cat didn't move, and, trembling, Crimsonkit tried to push it more towards her, untill the she-cat's nose was touching the mouse's fur. She remembered how a queen's breath stirred the fur on her kits, but Feathertail's didn't. Crimsonkit squeaked and ran out of the nursery in terror, and, without caring, she sprang out of camp, wobbling on her legs and occasionaly falling.


What if they think I killed her? I-I didn't... right?

ooc: I'm sorry but this topic happened a while ago, before Crimsonkit was even born so this couldn't actually happen.