The future's in your paws. Shape it well.Roleplay in a cat Clan of warriors. Based off the Warriors series by Erin Hunter. Takes place in an AU before the cats in the books existed.
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Mistyfalcon dragged the mangled body of his clanmate back to camp, pawsteps heavy as he carried the white and ginger tom towards home. He hadn't been particularly close to Daisyflame, and hadn't known the tom well at all, but he'd still been a clanmate and deserved the respect of a proper burial.
Getting the bloodied white and ginger tom through the entrance of camp had proven awkward for the two warriors carrying him, and Mistyfalcon carefully set Daisyflame's body down once they'd made it into camp. He reeked of blood, of the thunderpath where he'd been found, his body was twisted and mangled. Medicine cats could do a lot to make bodies at least look somewhat presentable, but Mistyfalcon didn't have much hope of Rookfire's chances with this one. Still, he slipped quietly to the medicine den to inform the medicine cat of what had happened.
"I was patrolling when I found him on the thunderpath, already gone." He told Rookfire, then informed Flintstar of the same. Daisyflame still had kin surviving him, Tulipfang, and Mistyfalcon would leave her to grieve her father in peace. It wasn't his place to intrude.
Subject: Re: Wilted Flowers, Extinguished Flame [Daisyflame mourning] Sun 20 Jun 2021 - 7:30
As Mistyfalcon entered the camp, Hopepaw leapt to her paws to greet him...before promptly stopping as she saw what-or who-he was dragging along. The limp body of a white-and-ginger cat lay there, one whom she identified as Daisyflame, a fellow Warrior. Their pelt was dirty and mangled, blood everywhere. Even though she was naive, Hopepaw knew enough to identify that Daisyflame was dead.
While Mistyfalcon trotted towards the Medicine Cat Den, Hopepaw moved in a little closer. Not too close-she didn't want to be impolite. Hopepaw dipped her head to the corpse, not speaking up-she didn't know Daisyflame enough to properly mourn-and stepped back to allow space for others to pay their respects.
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Smokekit had been sitting by the nursery when the smell hit her. An acidic, horrible smell mixed with something almost metallic. She watched with wide eyes as something was laid upon the ground. Smokekit scrambled to her paws to see. She turned her face away, ears flattened. Taking a deep breath, she looked up again. Another cat was walking up to… it… and dipping her head before backing away. That cat would know what was happening. Even though Smokekit was not one to initiate conversation, she walked up to the older cat, carefully keeping her eyes from straying to the mess of fur and blood.
“What is that?” Smokekit murmured quietly. “What happened?”
