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 | | Subject: Wait For It (Part One; A Solo) Thu Jan 18, 2018 1:49 pm | |
| [[OoC: A full disclaimer about this plot and the use of Roaringblaze]] - Spoiler:
 The use of Roaringblaze's death was gifted to me by Wavedream. I've been waiting so long to start the Wait For It plot. You're going to love it, I hope. Also, in no part of the Wait For It plot will I be playing the actual Roaringblaze.
"Death doesn’t discriminate
Between the sinners
And the saints..."
It was early dawn when Nettlesting made his way back down the side of the mountain known as Mothermouth. He hadn't slept in a full day, and yet he didn't feel tired. No, the new medicine cat was excited for his new life. He had many ideas for how he would reform ShadowClan from his position as Magpiestar's most trusted advisor. He wouldn't stop until ShadowClan was the best. For the rest of the day he would see what herbs he needed, what herbs he could spare, and reorganize it in a brand new way. Alphabetically! Yes, alphabettically. That way, it would be easy for others to find herbs. And he'd find a better way to store them, and... His thoughts carried him all the way to the border of ShadowClan. Almost saddened by this fact, and happy with the time alone, Nettlesting decided to skirt the territory to travel land less traveled by him for herbs.
As he made his way past an older tree, a stench hit his sensitive nose. Curious, he neared cautiously."...It takes and it takes and it takes
And we keep living anyway..."
As he neared closer to the tree, a bad feeling sunk inside him. He didn't know why. It felt external, like someone was wrapping around them and they felt like... death. A few steps forward and time slowed. It had to just be roadkill. But something told him it wasn't. Please be roadkill, and not a ShadowClan cat.
As he came into view of the base of the tree, nothing too obvious seemed to be amiss. There was snow, and it was bulging. But that wasn't all too uncommon. Should he just turn around? He wanted to, but his paws wouldn't let him. Time was moving like molasses. He made his way to the lump of snow. The stench was definitely coming from right here. It reeked like no end. The taste of blood filled his mouth, yet none was there. It was the reaction he got whenever he was filled with anxiety. A remembrance of Blazeflight's ordeal. "...And we make our mistakes
And if there’s a reason I’m still alive..."
His paws felt like they were tied down with stones as he started to dig out the snow, the stench gaining strength. Stinging the inside of his nose like a bee of rot. He swallowed hard, and shoveled another pawfull of snow away. And another. Until he hit something solid, and he looked down. It was black. A cat. Definetly a cat. Everything inside him told him to run. To run away back to camp. And he couldn't figure out why. He hated this feeling but he fought through it and finished unburrying the cat. He flicked the rest of the snow off with his tail and gasped. There was a head. And... he knew that head. It was Roaringblaze's head. Everything inside him at that moment died."...When everyone who loves me has died
I’m willing to..."
Without realizing he was doing it he let out a long wail to StarClan. First they took both of his parents, and now he took Roaringblaze for sure. It was better to think he went off in search of Honeydrop. But death? He couldn't be dead. This wasn't real, this was fake. But he looked closer, and it was true. It was Roaringblaze. And upon further inspection... It was Roaringblaze with his throat slashed open. If Roaringblaze was dead, if Roaringblaze was murdered, why hadn't he seen him in StarClan. Everything raced in his head and he had to steady himself against the trunk of the tree."...Wait For It..."
The longer he stared at Roaringblaze the more he calmed down and something settled inside him. Something... quiet and empty. Like the eyes of a sparrow. With a deep breath Nettlesting straightened himself. Medicine Cats dealt with death all the time and this death should phase him no differently. It was just a cat, dead beneath a tree... Right? What should he do. He stared up at the sky. The idea of carrying him in his state didn't seem fun. But Roaringblaze deserved a vigil."...I'm willing to..."
Bending over Nettlesting grasped where Roaringblaze's scruff would be. It was cold and rotten in his mouth. He gritted his eyes, wincing from the taste. But he had to. He wouldn't be ShadowClan's true medicine cat if he left him here. He set out, going as fast as he could manage. All he wanted to do was wail. Get back to camp and wail some more. Leave camp. Wail louder. Enter camp. Eat death berry. But he wouldn't do that. He would get to camp and give ShadowClan finality. It was his duty. It was in that moment that Nettlesting decided his fate. He would never die. He would not die until he was the most accomplished medicine cat of the forest. All he had to do was..."...Wait For It."
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