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Allegiances
MOONCLAN
Leader
Thrushstar – Brown and white spotted tom he/him (Ospreysplash)
Deputy
Brightblossom – Light yellow demi-she-cat with flower shaped patches and milky blue eyes she/they (Flamedove)
Medicine Cats
Midnightsong – Honey-coloured and white she-cat with dark blue eyes with gold flecks she/her (Wishpaw/song)
Echoair – Black she-cat with mist blue eyes she/her (Silverkit)
Fawndream – Fawn-pelted she-cat with a white tipped tail and amber eyes she/her (Icepaw/glow)
APPRENTICE, Willowpaw
Warriors
Skybreeze – White she-cat with silver stripes and sea-green eyes she/her (Shadeleap)
Darkrose – Silver bengal she-cat with black spots and emerald eyes she/her (Pantherpaw/frost)
Roseclaw – Dark ginger she-cat with white and tortoiseshell spots and bright amber eyes she/her (Skypaw/mist)
Ryeslip – Light reddish-brown she-cat with darker paws, muzzle, tail tip and backstroke and yellow eyes she/her (Goldenbrook)
Summercloud – Dark amber she-cat with a white back stripe and white underbelly and dark blue eyes she/they (Swanpaw)
Darkdawn – Tortoiseshell she-cat with dark brown eyes she/they (Amberpaw)
Autumnfrost – Icy-blue tabby with one half blind eye and one scratched eye she/her (Autumnleaf)
Stormberry – Dark brown tabby she-cat with a patch of white on her chest and blue eyes she/her (Rainpelt_RiverClan)
Shylily – Tiny reddish brown she-cat with a huge burn scar and amber eyes she/her (Cinderspark)
Darkfrost – Black tom with a heavily scarred left front paw and amber and yellow heterochromia he/him (Cinderspark)
Eagleswoop – Fluffy chocolate brown tom with bright green eyes and an orange tail tip he/him (Flamepaw/spirit)
Emberfrost – Fluffy grey she-cat with black spots around her blue eyes she/her (Wildpaw/stripe)
Sagedream – Blue-grey tom with greenish grey spots and sage green eyes he/him (Autumnleaf)
Leafpad – Cream brown she-cat with paler stripes and hazel eyes she/her (Fogpaw/whisper)
Fallbreeze – Lean she-cat with pale golden fur, a black tail tip and blue eyes with amber flecks she/her (Wishpaw/song)
Icydawn – Silver tabby she-cat with lighter markings and sky blue eyes she/her (Icykit/dawn)
Lilacmoon – Slim silver tabby she-cat with lighter markings and lilac eyes she/her (Icykit/dawn)
Apprentices
Duskpaw – Silver-grey she-cat with darker patches and ice-blue eyes she/her (Dusklight)
Willowpaw – Dark grey tabby she-cat with mint green eyes, the medicine cat apprentice she/her (Skypaw/mist)
Emberpaw – Ginger tabby tom with marigold coloured eyes he/him (Skypaw/mist)
Pigeonpaw – Scarred pale grey tabby tom with yellow eyes he/him (Frostpaw/moon)
Flakepaw – White tom with orange, black and brown patches and blue eyes he/him (Flakepaw)
Flamepaw – Scarred, fluffy ginger she-cat with blue eyes she/her (Flamepaw/spirit)
Darkpaw – Small dark grey she-cat with golden eyes and wolf-like features she/her (Sandkit)
Vinepaw – Dusky brown tabby she-cat with white socks and forest green eyes she/her (Chestnutpaw/splash)
Spingpaw – Tan freckled she-cat with white patches, one green eye and one blue eye she/her (Echopaw/willow)
Stormpaw – Grey, white and black smoke tabby with grey/blue eyes she/her (Skypaw/spirit)
Thymepaw – Small black she-cat with faint white dapples and greenish grey eyes (Sparkpaw/fall)
Queens
Flameblaze – Flame orange she-cat with a white spot on her belly and ice blue eyes, mother of Wolfkit she/her (Flamepaw/blaze)
Tigershine – Small dark brown tabby tom with mint-green eyes, a nursery caretaker he/him (Skypaw/mist)
Quietbrook – Light brown she-cat with grey speckles and grey-blue eyes she/her (Flamepaw/spirit)
Firebreeze – Muscular orange she-cat with a white tail (Flamepaw/blaze
Kits
Ebonykit – Pure black she-cat with forest green eyes, daughter of Iris-snow she/her (Silverkit)
Hopekit – Pale grey she-cat with darker stripes and spots and amber eyes, adopted daughter of Brightblossom she/her (Flamedove)
Lilykit – Dusty brown tabby she-cat with a light cream muzzle and blue eyes she/her
Mudkit – Dark brown tabby tom, son of Flameblaze he/him (Flamepaw/blaze)
Elders
Slateberry – Dark grey tabby with a scarred pelt and one green eye they/them (Flamecloud)
GHOSTS
Fallowstrike – Dusty brown and white she-cat with golden eyes she/they (Ospreysplash)
Twigkit – Tiny white tom-kit with faint brown colourpoint and pale blue eyes he/him (Eggpaw)
Elderpaw – Golden ticked she-cat with brown eyes, formerly a medicine cat apprentice she/fey (Eagleflight)
Iris-snow – Pure black she-cat with ice-blue eyes she/her (Silverkit)
Dovewhisper – Grey she-cat with lighter grey markings and amber eyes she/her (Skypaw/mist)
Blazeheart – Handsome ginger tabby tom with bright amber eyes he/him (Skypaw/mist)
Redkit – Small pale ginger tabby tom-kit with reddish spots and blue eyes he/him (Amberpaw)
Hardpaw – Black tom with orange, white and brown patches he/him (Flakepaw)
Olivenose – Fluffy tortoiseshell she-cat with green eyes she/her (Flamepaw/spirit)
Mistleleaf – Icy blue-grey she-cat with white swirls and light purple-blue eyes she/her (Autumnleaf)
Shimmersong – Long furred silver tabby she-cat with green eyes she/her (Sandkit)
Wishlight – White fluffy she-cat with one green eye and one blue eye she/her (Chestnutpaw/splash)
Flaredance – Dark brown she-cat with darker speckles and green eyes she/her (Solarpaw/flare)
Snowpaw – Silver tabby she-cat with silver eyes and white markings she/her (Icykit/dawn)
Wisteriapaw – Silver tabby with white markings and mint green eyes she/her (Icykit/dawn)
Stagcharge – Sleek, brown-speckled tom with chocolate-brown eyes and a bobtail any pronouns, mainly he/him (Frostpaw/moon)
[NO NAME] (Nickname: Whisper) – Pale gray she-cat with a wispy tail, blind eyes, and many scars they/them (Flamepaw/blaze)
Firekit – Orange she-kit, daughter of Flameblaze she/her (Flamepaw/blaze)
Goldenfawn
Embers of a Winter Dawn (Emberdawn)
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“MIDNIGHTSONG!” Flameblaze and Firebreeze called in unison, then Flameblaze said, “Tigershine? can you get Midnightsong? i need some poppy seeds,” she explained, “for my sore flank,” then Firebreeze said, “i need something for more milk, i seem to be running low,” she sighed, Whisper padded up to the queen, “Flameblaze? i can get her for you,” Whisper trotted to Midnightsong, “erm… Midnightsong?” they bowed their head repectfully, “Flameblaze needs poppy seeds for her sore flank, and Firebreeze needs something for her low milk supply,”
(open for interaction)
Fawndream heard Whisper’s ask and she spoke up “Sure! I can get you some, but Flameblaze can’t have poppy seeds, she just kit, it’s dangerous. Instead, line her nest with some comfrey.” She picked up the borage and comfrey and handed it to Whisper “This one’s borage and the other one’s comfrey, don’t get them confused. Firebreeze should eat the borage and line Flameblaze’s nest with borage”
“Of course!” Midnightsong mewed, signaling with her tail towards the herb store. “I have just the thing. Though we’re running low… I hope there’s enough.” Not wanting to spread her doubt, she plastered on a forced smile. “Anyway, follow me.” She trotted into the medicine den. “Here are some poppy seeds for Flameblaze, and this borage should help Firebreeze with her milk.” She picked the, up and padded to Flameblaze and Firebreeze. “Here you are, Flameblaze,” she mewed. “Some poppy seeds for your flank.” She nosed the poppy seeds to Flameblaze and then gave some borage to Firebreeze. “Here, this borage should help with your milk supply,” she told her. “Let me know if there’s anything else! But you could ask Fawndream, Echoair, or Willowpaw as well.”
“thank you,” Flameblaze replied,
“No problem!” Midnightsong mewed cheerfully. She loved helping her Clanmates… Well, MOONCLAN Clanmates.
“I’ll go”, Willowpaw laughed, trotting after Midnightsong. “So, where’s the catmint?”
“According to Whisper, it’s by the big birch tree with holes in it,” Midnightsong answered. “Come.” She padded towards the entrance and exited the camp, heading towards the birch covered in holes that lay in the center of the forest.
(ok, drama time)
Firebreeze frowned, “here Flameblaze, have this kit, you seem to have an empty spot not filled by a kit” she chuckled, sliding a mewing firey orange kit towards Flameblaze, “mother?” Mudkit mewed, “oh, you’ve opened your eyes,” “no mother, it’s Firekit! she wont move!” he mewed worriedly, “take me there,” Flameblaze yowled sharply, oblivious to the whining of the younger kit, she followed Mudkit behind the nursery, and let out a wail of dispair, Firekit had gotten stuck in the dry raspberry patch and got killed by the sharp thorns, Flameblaze pulled the body of the wretched kit out and carried it inside the nursery, threw back her head and screamed into the sky “FIREKIT IS DEAD!!”
(open for interaction)
Midnightsong rushed in as soon as Flameblaze’s yowl had pierced the camp. “What?! No! That can’t be! Hand her here!” she ordered fearfully. Firekit couldn’t be dead! She just COULDN’T! What type of medicine cat was she if she had let a kit die? She sniffed Firekit’s unmoving body, listening for a heartbeat, or the rise and fall of a breath. But to her dismay, none came. ‘No!’ she thought. ‘Firekit can’t be dead!’ The poor thing was only a little kit! ‘How could StarClan let this happen?” she wailed, sitting down heavily. “I’m no medicine cat! Firekit!s dead!’
Flameblaze stared distantly at the dead She-kit, ‘sweet Firekit, why did you leave me…’ she whispered, nudging Firekits fur, ‘Midnightsong, don’t beat yourself up over this, it’s not your fault,’ She consoled the Medicine Cat, tears streaming down her face. Licking Firekit, she told herself ‘what did I do to deserve this?’ ‘FIREKIT!!’ Mudkit yowled, racing up to his sister and burying his face in her pelt.
Midnightsong blinked gratefully at Flameblaze. “I know it’s not my fault,” she whispered. “But I can’t believe that a kit just…died.” Realizing that she wasn’t helping the grieving queen and kit, she began to sooth them. “But Firekit’s in StarClan, watching over us…even if she’s a kit. But she’s still out there!” She really hoped her words helped.
“I’m so, so, so sorry!” Leafpad looks sadly at the small unmoving body. “We should bury her!”
(I do have an app, Vinepaw, right?)
(Please interact, though it’s likely to be buried)
(Hiya, yeah I haven’t been really active in this role play.)
Vinepaw skidded to the drama unfolding near her. “What happened?” She then saw the bundle of firey fur, Firekit laying dead.
(Open for interaction)
Flamepaw raced to Flameblaze, panic sparking in her vision. “Oh,” she whispered. “I-I’m so, so sorry.” Grief glistened in the ginger apprentice’s eyes as she glanced at Firekit.
Fawndream padded over to Thrushstar’s den. She then poked her head in and saw Thrushstar sitting down in their den. “Thrushstar?” she asked “Do you think it would be okay for me and Willowpaw to go to the moonpool at half-moon to try t-, I mean to talk with StarClan. I also think she should be getting her full name soon. We can stop by the RiverClan camp to get some herbs, we had plenty before, well, you know and they wouldn’t be dead as we, you know, merged only recently”
Thrushstar looked at Fawndream and nodded. He didn’t notice Fawndream’s stumble; he hadn’t been keeping up with Clan events recently.
“We need some new herbs, and both of you know RiverClan very well. Go.”
Flamepaw glanced around the camp, breathing heavily. Oh, boy, she thought. I should not have run out of the camp! Her bright blue eyes were wide with fear as she saw her Clanmates going about their lives like nothing was wrong. Oh StarClan, what is happening?! (open for interactions!! 😀)
“Flamepaw?” Emberpaw called, his eyes narrowed with concern. “Are you okay? You look like- like something very bad just happened”, he finished awkwardly. “You look like you saw a ghost.” Emberpaw, you mouse-brain, we’re all seeing ghosts.
“Er… Yeah! I-I’m fine!” Flamepaw said, trying to sound reassuring. But I don’t think I am fine. Am I the only one who keeps seeing ghosts?! I’m pretty sure I’m the only one who’s being watched by their dead mentor.
Emberpaw approached her and whispered: “Are they haunting you? They’re haunting me too.” Then he walked away, mouthing one last word: “Blazeheart.”
Flamepaw nodded shakily, her eyes wide. “Er… Wait, who’s…?” She asked the other apprentice, worrying that she shouldn’t say the name he mouthed.
Emberpaw avoided her gaze and walked over to the apprentices’ den. If she found out by herself, it would be just a little less embarassing…What kind of cat would be haunted by their own father?
The kind of cat whose father died. Duh, whispered a voice. It sounded kind of like Willowpaw’s, and had a playful tone like she was trying to cheer him up. To make a joke out of it like she always did…
I miss you, sis. He should talk to her. Except now she was gathering herbs. But when she came back, maybe he should go over to her and actually talk to her like in old times. And Flamepaw seemed friendly, too. And Darkpaw and Pigeonpaw. Maybe he COULD talk to others here.
Whisper padded up behind the She-cat, “whats wrong?”
“Oh, nothing! I’m okay, don’t worry,” Flamepaw assured her Clanmate.
“im a ghost,” they mewed,
Flamepaw’s eyes widened. “Y-you are joking, r-right? PLEASE tell me you’re joking!” Her fluffy ginger pelt spiked with confusion and fear. “You’re not joking, are you?” She whispered.
“nice to meet you too, and, no, im not joking,” they said, “im Flameblaze’s and Firebreeze’s kin,”
Flamepaw blinked at the ghost cat. “S-so I’m really not seeing things.” She sat down, confusion showing in her eyes. “Uh… Nice to meet you too.”
Darkpaw asks again if she can have a mentor after her mentor died in the battle.
(Open)
Slateberry-
Slateberry watched, their pelt bristling with irritation, as Midnightsong gave Flameblaze some poppy seeds for their flank, and Fawndream provided comfrey.
But had any of the medicine cats offered them herbs? No, Slateberry were sitting here, everything hurting, and the only cat interested in helping them was dead.
As they continued to wallow in frustration, somebody began yelling about Firekit being dead.
“Who in Starclan’s name even is Firekit?” Slateberry snarled, digging their claws into the ground. “I swear, people are being born and dying in the same time it takes me to cross the clearing! At this rate, by the time anyone remembers I’m alive, I’ll have died!
“don’t be fox-hearted,” Whisper hissed, “i have gave you poppy seed already, its the only thing i can pick up as a ghost, why do you complain? after what this wonderful clan took you in, you repay them by joking about Flameblaze’s wonderful kit? she died, and you dont know what its like to lose your kit, have you forgotten kindness?!”
(I’m pretty sure nobody has given Slateberry poppy seeds yet, Whisper included?)
Slateberry-
Slateberry flinched, startled by the sudden, harsh words. “You didn’t give me any poppy seeds,” they protested, confused.
Unless they did, and I’ve started forgetting things…. they thought, with a bolt of fear.
At Whisper’s other words, they bristled with anger. “I wasn’t joking. I literally have no clue who Firekit is, because they were born and then died before I met them, which I find very frustrating.
“Also,” Slateberry said, “I’m old and basically dead, I can and will complain when I feel like it.”
“she’s my kin Slateberry, not yours!” they growled, their back arcing and fur sticking out in all directions, “you have no respect for a past leaders kits! why don’t you ask Flameblaze what happened then?” they snarled rather loudly, at least loud enough for Flameblaze and Mudkit (who have been hearing this conversation) to burst into tears next to Firekits dead body,
Slateberry-
Slateberry scowled, struggling to rein in their temper.
“This conversation is making both of us angry and accomplishing nothing,” they said, rising unsteadily to their feet, “Can we just agree I’m an awful foxheart and stop talking to each other?”
Glancing over at Flameblaze and Mudkit, they added, “Sorry for your loss, please don’t pay me any mind. I’m just an old idiot with no filter.”
Midnightsong looked up from where she was crouching next to Firekit and snorted. “Slateberry, we might not be your Clanmates, but do you HAVE to be as grumpy as a badger?” Embarrassed at her words, she added, “Sorry. I haven’t slept enough.” She looked at the elder. “Do you need any herbs? I’m sure I can spare some. I mean, give you some,” she corrected.
Slateberry-
Slateberry let out a long sigh. “Believe it or not, I could be worse,” they muttered. “And yes, something for my achy joints would be lovely, they’ve been killing me all morning.”
“Well then next time, maybe you should, I don’t know, SAY something, instead of sitting there silently like a helpless kit!” Midnightsong snapped before reminding herself yet AGAIN that Slateberry was an elder. “Sorry,” she murmured. “Some daisy leaves should fix those joints. And I’ll give you some poppy seeds to help you sleep. And some borage-oh, wait, sorry, not that.” She gave her chest fur an embarrassed lick. “Erm…I’ll just go fetch the daisy leaves.” She hurried out, silently scolding herself. Why would she suggest BORAGE?! That was used for fevers! She was really off her game. Shaking her head and sighing, she went to the medicine den and picked up the daisy leaves before returning to the nursery, trying to avoid Firekit’s motionless body as she nosed the leaves towards Slateberry.
Slateberry-
“Excuse me, but I did say something,” Slateberry replied tersely. “I told Elderpaw, who went to the medicine den for me, and Fawndawn told her there were no poppy seeds. Then, I went to the medicine den myself, and Elderpaw was the only one who responded to me.”
They curled their tail around themself, and added, “I felt comfortable asking Elderpaw and not one of you four, because she’s from Thunderclan. When I’m feeling old and helpless, I don’t want to be around strangers.”
“Thanks for the herbs,” they added, limping away.
Midnightsong huffed and rolled her eyes. “Elders,” she muttered.
Hopekit snuck out of camp, heaving a sigh of relief. Now she could go explore the MoonClan territory! “I wonder if I’ll meet someone new!” She thought to herself, and bounced from stone to stone in a shallow stream.
(Open) <3
“Stop you stupid kit!” Leafpad dragged the kit back roughly.
(I’m your mentor right Vinepaw? Sorry I’m not that active)
“I’M NOT STUPID,” Hopekit squeaked indignantly, squirming out of Leafpad’s grip, “And I’m not going back unless you apologize,” Hopekit snarled in a voice much older and stronger than her usual chirp.
“Okay okay I apologize.” Leafpad purred. “But next time you leave, I’m going to ask the scariest ghost to.eat ypu”
Hopekit blinked, feeling tired. “Okay,” she mumbled, “I’m tired now.”
“Yes go” Leafpad answered, her thoughts wandering
PS: Leafpad was edgy because another cat called Fogpaw’s grandma was shouting at her to go to bed. It’s not like Leafpad to be rough
Got it thanks! <3
Twigkit balanced on a precariously thin tree branch, staring down at the camp with wide eyes. He stumbled, then fell, but landed on his feet with no pain. His eyes were wide as full moons as he gazed at the commotion, ears pinned against his head.
(open <3)
L̶e̶a̶f̶p̶a̶d̶ ̶t̶o̶r̶e̶ ̶a̶t̶ ̶T̶w̶i̶g̶k̶i̶t̶’̶s̶ ̶p̶a̶w̶ ̶g̶r̶o̶w̶l̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶f̶o̶o̶l̶i̶s̶h̶ ̶k̶i̶t̶!̶(just jk)
“Be careful, or you’ll end up like Jagged Peak!”Leafpad told the young kit as Hopekit went back to her den. “Is every cat watching when I fought with a kit?” She thought wearily. She sighed. “Have you seen Vinepaw?”
(I almost answered wrong because I dont know the word “commotion”)
“Who is Vinepaw?” mewed Twigkit, ignoring the older cat’s warnings. “Why is everyone so excited today?”
Flameblaze and Mudkit stood up, “should… should we bury her?” She asked quietly, almost inaudible, Mudkit walked up to Slateberry, “what is your name?” he asked, his squeaky voice cracking, regardless, he walked to the elder and curled up against them. “Mudkit! come here this instant!! dont bother Slateberry!”
(open)
Slateberry-
“Uh, hi,” Slateberry replied, startled to find a kit curled up next to them, “I’m Slateberry. What’s your name, kid?”
They glanced awkwardly over at Flameblaze. “I really am sorry about earlier,” they muttered, “I was mad at the medicine cats, but I shouldn’t have talked about your kit like that.”
They paused for a moment, then realized they actually had a job to do. “Oh! I should be helping you with Firekit!” Slateberry exclaimed, pelt growing hot with embarrassment. “I’ll go get some herbs to prepare her for her vigil, assuming Midnightsong doesn’t claw my ears off.”
Midnightsong padded over from where she had just finished her mouse. “I heard that,” she told Slateberry, flicking his nose with her tail tip. “And I’d be glad if you’d help with SOMETHING, instead of sitting there in your rump like a useless lump of fur!” She looked at Flameblaze. “Shall I help bury Firekit?” she asked, like she had never said anything to Slateberry. She then looked at Mudkit. “Why don’t you play with Hopekit? I’m sure she’s bored.”
Flameblaze simply nodded, but Mudkit said, “ok, Hopekit!” he called, running out the nursery,
Slateberry-
Slateberry looked down at their paws, the brief sense of belonging that having a job had inspired withering.
Useless.
“I don’t appreciate being insulted,” they muttered, shooting Midnightsong a glare, “If you expect me to respect you, hold the sass.”
They trudged back to the medicine den, and grabbed some lavender and mint to cover the scent of death.
“Now, let’s see if we can give this poor kid a nice burial.”
Midnightsong sighed. “I’ll be a sec,” she muttered to Flameblaze. She padded over to Slateberry. “Look, you’re just as grumpy,” she told them. “And we all haven’t been getting enough sleep. Can we just stop bickering and focus on bigger things? And no, this quarrel is NOT my fault.”
Slateberry-
“I beg to differ, I’m not the one-” they began, then stopped, their sentence grinding down to a gurgle as they shoved a paw down on their own muzzle.
Shut up, shut up, you useless old fool, for Starclan’s sake just shut up for once, they thought, closing their eyes.
“Never mind. You’re right, we shouldn’t bicker. Let’s get on with this burial.”
“im Mudkit,” the little tom squeaked, “and-” he started, but Flameblaze interrupted him, “dont be sorry Slateberry, its okay,” she said, trying her best to calm down the elder, at least a little bit, “Firekit shouldn’t be too big,” she mewed softly, “go ahead and do whatever you need to do,”
Leafpad asks, “when will the allegiances list change? And has any cat seen Vinepaw? If not, I may have to find a new apprentice.”
(open<3)
Allegiances will change when I’m bothered 😛
*I bother you* you’re bothered! 😛
Not yet 😛
I’m also on holidays so I don’t have much time to do stuff aside from mod commentos
Fallowstrike rolled some grass between her paws as she sat just outside of camp. Coming from the nursery she heard anguished yowls. Knowing she was never one to engage in confrontation, Fallowstrike closed her eyes, hoping that nothing too bad was happening.
(Open for interaction!)
“Firekit…” Mudkit whimpered, waddling out of camp, sitting on a small stone near a stream, he screeched at the sight of Fallowstrike, cowering under a nearby rock, Whisper (a ghost) quickly trotted to the kit, “Hey, what are you thinking, scaring a poor kit like that,” They hissed, narrowing their eyes, “after his sister and Flameblaze’s kit died,”
Fallowstrike whipped her head to face them after she spoke to Midnightsong.
She couldn’t bring herself to say anything back, and shaking she shook her head. “Sorry.” she murmured.
Am I really that terrifying?
She wanted to go comfort the frightened kit, but she knew any move she made would just make him more scared, she she just looked at the ground, something that she knew all too well was the best thing to do.
“Fallowstrike!” Midnightsong hurried up to her. “I have terrible news… Firekit is dead!” She hung her head. ‘This isn’t my fault,’ she thought. “Anyway, since, um, you’re a…a ghost, I was wondering if, um, you could help? I mean, like, help lead Firekit to like StarClan or, you know, um, help her become a ghost?” ‘REAL smooth, Midnightsong,’ she thought, annoyed. “Or, you know, you could just, um, help with the burial?”
Fallowstrike swallowed sharply. A kit was dead?
“I’ll go into the nursery. I’ll make sure she goes to StarClan, or at the very least, becomes a ghost. Whose kit was she?” Fallowstrike stood up slowly.
“Also, Midnightsong,” Fallowstrike added on hesitantly. “If.. if you need to talk to me about anything, I’m here.” Fallowstrike, it isn’t like you to offer advice to a RiverClan medicine cat, is it? she thought. However, she shook the thought away. She knew all too well that the Clans always felt the loss of a kit strongly, and now, it was more important than ever. Firekit was the first kit to be born in MoonClan, and the first to die as well, and she knew Midnightsong would probably be grieving.
“What?” Midnightsong blinked. She cleared her throat, embarrassed. “Erm, it was Flameblaze’s, I think. And um, that’s nice of you to offer to talk.” Why was the ghost offering to talk with her? “But there’s nothing-well, actually, there is something.” She took a deep breath. Could she trust this ghost? Shrugging her doubt away, she looked at her paws. “I’m blaming myself for Firekit’s death,” she confessed. “I feel like I could—SHOULD have saved her. And that since I didn’t, she’s dead. Even though she was pierced through with thorns, I feel like I could have saved her, and since I didn’t, she died. I know it’s silly,” she mewed.
Fallowstrike smiled comfortingly.
“I’ll make sure Firekit joins us or StarClan, no matter what. And you did everything you could to save her.”
Fallowstrike felt like she didn’t say enough, but she didn’t know what else to say.
Elderpaw opened her eyes and stared around the camp. She had a faint recollection of having seen Slateberry finally being treated by the medicine cats; she wasn’t quite sure how she now found herself sat on the edge of camp but wasn’t going to question it. Perhaps she’d sleepwalked, or done the closest you could to that when you were a ghost. Or maybe fey had faded and then reappeared. That was a more concerning thought. Fey blinked and peered around feirself slightly puzzled at the loud noises and colours that seemed to erupt from all directions- the world of feir clanmates going about their day to day lives.
(Sorry for being inactive! Elderpaw is open to interact but I might not reply massively fast 🙂 also I might just insert feir every now and again into random threads because she’s a ghost and can float around and also disappear 😛 )