Dun Dun Duuun(closed)

Crowpaw was on a patrol. As she hunted, she came upon rogue scent. She looked around and suddenly felt sick. Tufts of pink fur. Blood spattered about. Mingled scents of Blossomheart and rogue. "Guys...?" She called back. Acornpaw's mother might be dead!

"You'd better come see this..."

Spiderpaw heard the nervous call of his denmate, and instantly he felt a sense of foreboding. Gulping nervously, he trotted up next to the she-cat to see what she had found.

And he felt as if his blood had just turned to ice.

He stared, trembling heavily, at the stains of blood on the ground. The foul scent of the scarlet drops, as well as the sweetness of the pinkish fur, was all too familiar to him. His heart began to ache until he could actually feel it cracking. It hurt so much.

He had already lost his first mother. He could still remember the tragic day. He and Alderkit barely opened their eyes. Their mother went off to hunt. The patrol returned with her bloodied, broken body. She was killed by a badger. The very first thing Spiderkit saw when he opened his eyes was his dead mother. He lapsed into depression and withdrawal, becoming anti-social and shy and scared.

Now it was happening all over again. His adopted mother. Blossomheart. Nothing more than tufts of fur and drops of blood remained of her. No. He couldn't do this. He couldn't go through this again. He couldn't lose another mother. He couldn't do this again!

Legs trembling, Spiderpaw collapsed to the ground. His legs were no longer strong enough to hold his weight. He brokenly sobbed. He sluggishly crawled to a large tuft of pink fur snagged on a bramble. He buried his nose in it, ignoring the sharp pain as the thorn pricked his nose. He needed to hold onto whatever was left of Blossomheart. Please. Don't let her sweet scent fade away. Please. Don't let her be dead. Tell him she wasn't dead.

"Mama..." Spiderpaw choked out between sobs. Tears trickled from his cheeks to the ground, staining the fur he snuggled deep into. He wanted Blossomheart back. He wanted his first mother back. "Mama... Come back... Please... Don't leave me... Mama!..."

Ooc: ok, let's just say there's an npc warrior, I need this to be a fast topic

Ic: Crowpaw, for the first time in her life, felt helpless. As tears began to run, she spoke softly. "She's g- gone... dear Starclan... I'm so s- sorry, Spiderpaw..." Her words were not so carefully chosen as they usually were, and she dropped all thoughts to try and pretend to love him. "The Clan needs to know..."

Ooc: after you post, I'll make an announcement topic in camp called Blossom Wilting

Spiderpaw didn't say anything else in response to his Clanmate's sympathetic words, but he did nod after several moments of hesitation. Before he left to follow Crowpaw back to camp, he gently tugged the tuft of Blossomheart's fur off the bramble and carried it with much tenderness in his mouth back to camp, unable to control his falling tears.