A Leaf's End

OOC: Leafstream's Death Topic.

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Cheer. The one thing Leafstream hadn't felt for awhile now, even though she was no longer alone in the Elders den. Silvershade had since joined her, and thee blind calico was ever so happy for it. But the cold leaf-bare had gotten to her weakened body, and she had gotten horrible colds throughout the season, this one being the worst of all. Her throat was so soar, and her eyes remained closed, as she tried to sleep away the illness. Her dreams were filled of hunting fish, playing in the stream... But what she loved most, was the dreams when she remembered Froststar. The deceased RiverClan leader would always be prized in her heart, even in StarClan, Leafstream would always want to be around her. Sadly, because of her constant slumber, she began to look ugly, her pelt matted several places, the once beautiful fur now hideous. But, the she-cat paid no attention to it anymore. She only would leave the den to go to the dirtplace, or attend ceremonies. Besides that, the sickly elder would stay inside the warm, secured den. Right now. she lay asleep. Curled up tightly into a ball, wheezing as her dream was taking her to StarClan.

Within the secured walls, she looked peaceful despite her appearance, and one may say she held only sorrow with her. Leafstream wanted to live longer as a warrior, to hunt, defend the Clan, and train new generations to help the growth of the Clan. But now, it was her time to join the ranks of StarClan, to hunt within the endless prey-rich fields, talk to her ancestors... A new eternal life of peace was beginning, and a mortal life was ending, her life starting its end with losing her sight. Within the dream, she was now back within her gorgeous long pelt, her eyes working yet again. She stood with the ranks of RiverClan that had already began their peaceful eternity, and her mother sat beside her. "It's your time to join us, Leafstream." Those words rang through the elder's ears, and she nodded.

"RiverClan, I wish you easy times in the future, and may you prosper within further generations." Leafstream whispered in her dream, turning from where she saw her raged body sleeping, and joining the group of StarClan cats she would stay with forever. But the blind body she left behind ceased it's wheezing, and ended with a soft ragged breath.

Hailwhisper padded into camp with a bundle of mos sin her mouth. Yes, she was a warrior now, but she still enjoyed bringing bedding to the elders rather than hunting. Especially with the still-recent death of her first apprentice, Bubblepaw, she had lost a lot of spirit to really do anything. Still wanting to help however she could, she decided to go replace the bedding for Leafstream so it would be warmer. The poor, blind she-cat had seemed to become sick and she wanted the best for her friend.
"Leafstream, I brought you some more--" The moss fell out of Hailwhisper's open jaws as she stared at the cold, now motionless body. "L-Leafstr-ream...?!" She squeaked, slowly padding forward and gently poking the she-cat with her nose before leaping away with a yelp. Her body had already become cold. "No...N-not again!" If only that stupid flood hadn't caused her to become blind...She had died too soon, not being that much old than Hailwhisper herself. Rushing outside, Hailwhisper's gaze darted around for help. "Leafstream...L-leafstream is dead!" She cried out in despair.

Ooc: Because Leafstream died young and deserves some recognition instead of an empty, response-lacking death-topic.

Silvershade snorted in her half-slumber, rolling over and trying to ignore Hailstream's quiet words about moss. She was comfortable as she was. But then one of her flattened ears pricked up, her eyes shooting open and the old she-cat leapt to her feet, despite the overwhelming protest from her joints. "L-Leafstream?" she stammered, padding the few steps to the she-cat, nosing the blind cat fruitlessly. She didn't respond. The elder had grown to care for the young cat. Well, young compared to her. And now she'd be all alone in the den. Just like Leafstream had been. "D-Don't.. don't go.." the silver cat whispered, her voice hoarse with sadness.