An old friend.

Stormeye rested his head on his paws, his good eye drifted across what was left of the elder's den. Lucky the hole had manged to survive most of the damage, but it was still a mess. He let out a sigh; followed by a series of coughs, which stopped with a wheeze. The tom had been hurt more in the fire then he had let on; wanting to keep up the image of him being that strong leader he was once. Blah; what was he kidding, he was an elder now, the sign clear on his face with those three scars on him. How he had manged to hide the fact he was had trouble breathing from his Clan-mates when they were in the barn amazed even him; not like it was helping now. He should of gone to Icepaw; but she had been distance and had rarely been seen...It only caused hard memories for him; thinking of how the same thing had happened to his beloved brother before he finally disappeared, and yet they still didn't know what had happened to Wildheart...He closed his eyes as he let out another series of coughs. The den was empty; his denmate Duststorm having spent a lot more time in the open air after the fire. He should go outside; visit Twistedpaw, Patcheye, and maybe even Raccoonstar, but with a soft sigh, he noted that he would barely make it out the door. He had been growing weaker and weaker by the day; his lungs growing worst from the ash he had breathed in and the lack of care from him refusing to see his own daughter for help. His eyes flickered open for a quick second, a small laugh escaping his lips. This was it, wasn't it? This was now the grand story of Stormeye, ex-Leader of WindClan was going to end; with him being beaten by a simple fire. Well; no shame in that; fires were feared by all the Clans after all. He closed his eyes as his breath became slow; showing he had fallen asleep. However; in the middle of his sleep his breathing stopped. He didn't open his eyes again but it didn't mind the tom as he felt himself being taken away to StarClan. At least he had gone peacefully; and he would be able to see his brother once again. You couldn't want much more then that...And he would be waiting for his beloved mate to join him; so after all...Death was pretty much welcomed by Stormeye like an old friend.

Occ: OhmygoshIamkillinghimIcan'tbelievethis. ;.; Sorry everybody; but I barely RP him anymore anyways...Besides; I want to be able to have a life in ThunderClan so I can help it grows. It seems like a fitting death for Stormeye anyways; going out with pride but peacefully after his years of hardship. It may be a little sappy; but I don't care! Oh Stormeye...

Patcheye paced around camp scrounging up what was left of the camp, she let out a sigh "Longkit, Lionkit I'll be right back, I'm just going to see Stormeye."Patcheye padded to the used to be elders den, stopping at the den she took in the air, it smelt faintly of other elders and fire, she could remember those moments where she was always eager to hear Duststorms stories as she searched for ticks and constantly worked hard around the camp, she was the only apprentice after all. She let out a smiled and as she looked over the den once again she could see an unmoving lump of fur and the strong scent of her father and death. "Father... are you ok?" she meowed as she unsteadily walked in, her heart pounding, as she came to the lump of her it was clear to her, he was dead. she tried to open her mouth but no words came out, she was stunned for what seemed like hours. "Father!" she let out a ear tearing yowl as she collapsed beside her father and licking him disbelieving him to be dead, she refused to believe it. "Y-You can't be dead... You just can't!" she stuttered tears streaming down her face.

Raccoonstar's ears perked at the sound of a yowl coming from one of her daughters. The leader quickly rose from her bed, and rushed over to the elders' den. She quickly shoved her way through only to be frozen in her tracks by her mate's dead body. No..." The she-cat stepped back in disbelief, her back hitting the wall. The leader's eyes were wide with shock. First the fire, second her daughter disappeared, and now her mate is dead? She folded her ears back, and brought her head down in sorrow, and all that could be heard from the leader was a yowl of grief, and sorrow. The windclan leader soon collapsed by her daughter, and pushed her nose into her mates grey, and cold pelt the scent of Stormeye still lingering their as if the last trace of him was their just to bring more sorrow, and pain. Raccoonstar wanted to lay their for the rest of the night but the clan need to bring him out in the center of camp to honor him, and all that he has done, but for right now the leader would lay their in take the faint, last scent of her mate before moving him out of the den.

"The least we can do for him is to at least take him into the clearing and, mourn for him and hope for him to get to Starclan safely" Patcheye sniffed in sorrow trying to stand herself up "I can't handle all of this death, mother, so much sorrow lately" her legs shook badly, it seemed that they'd break and she'd fall to the ground. She gave her father a last lick before wrapping her teeth around his scruff, it hurt to have a family member die, it hurt for the clan's territory to be destroyed, it hurt like a fox and a badger tearing and ripping her apart on the inside. 'How am I going to explain this to Twistedpaw?' She knew how dearly Twistedpaw loved his father, and Longkit had no idea as of yet Stormeye was Patcheye's father. Tears felt like they were trying to drown Patcheye. She looked towards her mother "But, We'll get through times or hardship. We'll get past this, all together, after all, the clan is family, and we can reassure each other." she meowed muffled through grey-silver fur.