Heavy Paws, Heavier Hearts [Open]

She had been dead before Dovesight even had a chance to try to save her.

A warrior had brought Martenpaw's body into camp, mangled and almost unrecognizable. Almost. But she would always know her sister.

When she had first seen her, she shrieked, similarly to how she had when Softfall attacked her. Except this was even worse. Because there would be no healing, no recovery. She wouldn't patrol with her like they had as apprentices, their mentors taking them out together. She would no longer be comforted by her sister when she was hurt, and at her weakest point.

She was gone.

That was two days ago. Martenpaw had been buried, a site Dovesight often visited. She seemed to be at her sister's grave more than she was in camp now, and that was where she was now. She didn't say anything, she just laid there. She didn't care how late it was getting, didn't even think that cats might be worried. She wasn't ready to go back yet. She wasn't ready to leave her sister's side, to let her go. She had already lost Rushtalon, she wasn't ready to accept losing Martenpaw too.

Sprucepaw was horrified by his fellow den mates death… he hadn’t gotten to know her all that well either which made him super sad and realize to try and maximize all days he had.  The shock of seeing her cold body was numbing still and he felt terrible for his auntie dove.  His aunt marten was gone now and he shuddered knowing that anyone could happen to next… what if he had lost poppy? He quivered at the thought.


As the initial finding passed, he did realize auntie dove spending more and more time away from everyone else.  He felt terrible for her … he wished he could offer her some comfort but didn’t know exactly what that would be.  He knew he would feel miserable if he lost one of his siblings … he almost had lost his sister from the giant eagle attack.  


Seeing dove collapsed and morning next to the gave was awful but what could he do for her?  There probably was nothing he could say to make her feel any better and nothing he could do to make her happy again.  Not for awhile at least.  She had icolated herself and he understood that she probably just wanted distance.  He went by the fresh kill pile and picked out the nicest fish he could find and slowly went to her.  Placing it near her.  He sat next to her for a little bit .  No words really came to mind and it was just as well.  He left shortly afterwards, not wanting to crowd her .  If she wanted company she would go to him he figured… there was probably a reason she was out of the main activity and that reason was likely to be alone so he let her do that


(Ooc; Sprucepaw always had a npc warrior with him when out of camp)

Though Kitespring's mind usually ran a mile a minute, in the past few days she barely had any thoughts. At least, nothing besides her sister's sudden death a couple sunrises ago.

Kitespring still didn't know what ended up killing her. Some sort of predator, probably. Maybe a badger, or a fox, or a dog. She must have been in pain for so long before StarClan took her in. Stepping to the clearing where Martenpaw was buried, the russet she-cat noticed her sister, Dovesight, silently weeping on the ground. It was just them now. Of their brothers and sisters, they were the last two still walking.

Sitting down near Martenpaw's grave, the russet she-cat lay down next to her sister. "Even if she-she's passed, I-I think M-m-martenpaw's s-still looking out for us f-from the stars,[/i] she said softly, her voice breaking. She couldn't speak right now. And even if she could, what would guarantee that it would be alright? She wanted to be here for her sister, but... but how could she help someone else if she could barely function herself?

A fish was dropped beside her, and Dovesight looked up to see Sprucepaw sitting beside her. He left too quickly for her to even mope about not being hungry. And so the fish just sat there, untouched.

Another cat came to sit beside her, and Dovesight looked up to see Kitespring. She was growing used to suffering pain at this point, losing so much. This was what Cloverheart had warned her about, the same day she had become a medicine cat. But Kitespring... Dovesight hated seeing her sister like this. She was supposed to be the cheerful one.

Silently, Dovesight nodded, her voice hoarse from her own grief, as she tried to soothe her sister's. "Yes, she is up there. I know for a fact she is watching us. And maybe she won't be alone. She's got our mother, Darkglow with her, she has Rushtalon, they're all together. We'll see them again."

But that doesn't make it hurt less.

Dovesight kept the unspoken thought to herself. Just then, another voice joined them. Yarrowblossom seemed so uncomfortable, Dovesight sort of pitied the tom. He never knew Martenpaw, but he wanted so badly to help. Ever since his accident with the fox, she found that she enjoyed the company of the tom. She offered a small smile to him then, and gestured for him to join them.

"I think we could use a friend right about now."