Sometimes The Legends Inside Us Die [OPEN DEATH TOPIC]

Sedgewhisker slowly climbed the highest tree he could find on ThunderClan territory, the wind was strong this night, he loved the feeling of the wind blowing through his fluffy brown and black fur, he smiled, his whiskers twitching with happiness. He missed his sister, not able to talk to her much, he did talk ot her on the patrol he was on that one time, but that was a while ago, he didn't think too much about life, he just let it be smooth, be its own way.


He felt the wind pick up, he knew it was dangerous. He looked down almost being pushed off by the force, he looked up at the leaves, they blew so hard he could hear them thumping together over and over again, he hated it. He knew this might be his final time by himself, or in ThunderClan, he let it be. He looked at the leaves, looking back down at his paws as they slipped slowly of the branch. Soon he felt a hard punch go right down his spine, he laid in pain, knowing it was a bad idea to go out at night and when it was windy. He noticed the dark forest turn darker and his color from his few fading as he soon felt no pain, only nothing but cold ground. He opened his eyes, he was in StarClan. His body would be found at some point, right?

Blackpaw walked into the clearing, black water rushing over his sleek paws uncomfortably. He sauntered across the shore of the river, eyes searching for his mentor calmly. A branch wryly hung to the side, it's twigs limply hanging by tiny threads. Yet they were so slender in shape; if he were in battle, he would want to be just as unnoticed as a twig. Thinking of that thought brought him sharply back to reality, water chilling his paws. He raced across the dusty ground, shaking the water with his paws, as he was fraught with a rippling cold. His eyes found something in the distance, and his hope began to dim. It looked like a deformed log.

Blackpaw's curiosity lead him, nearer and nearer, to discover that it was his own mentor, Sedgewhisker. With a jolt of horror, that devoured his merriment, he realized that Sedgewhisker's flank wasn't rising and falling like normal. He yowled in sorrow. He crouched at the head of his mentor's body, licking it vigorously as his tail danced across the ground, reeds swaying at the banks of the river. He growled, eyes shining with disbelief. He raised his head, vision blurred by tears, and began to sob uncontrollably. "Why was it you?" He whispered, ever so quietly. "Why did it have to be you?" His body was wracked with sadness, as he buried his head in his paws. "No... Sedgewhisker..."

Scorchfrost heard broken sobs echo through the territory, and as he tacked the voice down, he realized that a cat was lying beside Blackpaw. The tom stepped forward cautiously. "What has happened? Are they hur-" His gaze dropped to the cat's face. He couldn't look, he didn't want to... Sedgewhisker. He was a fine cat, the son of his greatest two friends, his apprentice... Blackpaw must have been devastated to find him this way. 


"Blackpaw, step back. I will carry him. Come with me." His heart was shattering as he spoke and he struggled not to cry. There was too much death, far too much... StarClan surely was taking back the lives he had stolen in his youth. He felt so old and tired, beyond his years. His family was broken and divided, and he hated it. He had to see Pepper soon, before it was too late. He lifted Sedgewhisker's broken body over his shoulders and shuffled back to camp with it. As he dropped it in the center of camp, he felt the grief suddenly wash over him as he buried his nose in his former apprentice's fur.

"Thank you, Scorchfrost," Blackpaw mewed quietly, gratitude only bursting through the slimmest crack of relief. Tears were stained on his fur, as wind ruffled his pelt. He padded beside Scorchfrost, helping in supporting Sedgewhisker's weight. He was shuddering with each breath, grief flooding over him. He looked up at Sedgewhisker's blank eyes. "You're with StarClan now," he breathed silently.

Blizzardshine walked back into camp with a squirrel for the fresh-kill pile and humming a soft cheerful song after one of her usual lone-patrols, as she liked to call them, across the territory when she noticed Scorchfrost and Blackpaw near the limp body of…wait…was that…

Dropping the squirrel she immediately rushed towards them, hoping that her eyes had only played a trick on her, but as soon as she got at the limp body’s side she realized that this wasn’t the case “Sedgewhisker?” She pushed him gently with a paw, not wanting to accept the truth just yet “Brother, come on…you…you can’t be…please, don’t do this to me…” Tears pooled on the usually cheerful and optimistic she-cat’s eyes, this couldn’t be true, this had to be a nightmare, a bad dream, and when she woke up she would be sleeping right next to her brother’s side.

But this wasn’t a dream.

“Why…why?” She let herself fall at Sedgewhisker’s side, sobbing softly as tears rolled down her cheeks.

Blackpaw buried his muzzle into his previous mentor's fur, tears continuing to stream down his face. "He's... He's gone..." Blackpaw told Blizzardshine, tone angry, mixed with the sense of sorrow. "He was my mentor, why did he have to go...?" Blackpaw sobbed, steps shallow.