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[Gladefrost]

/ backwritten after Magpiepaw's death

Grey skies stained the heavens as heavy tears poured around her.

Her chambray gaze stares at a black and white form laced in lavenders and shells, her lips pursed and tears disguised under the fixture of rain. A paw gently touches Magpiepaw's flank and the sudden coldness makes her paw jerk back as she swallows heavily. ”I hope you're enjoying the rivers in the Silverpelt, Mags.” Gladefrost would murmur as she glances to the side to catch sight of Frecklepaw. She allows her baby sister a moment to grieve before she turns on her paws to face those who gathered, and she takes a deep breath. Glade hoped to not see that cursed face of Midnightash; everything and everyone close around the tortoiseshell was cursed (and she would be met with a killing glare).

”Magpiepaw always did their best despite losing our parents at a young age. They had a heart of gold and struggled with adjusting with a lot, but it never stopped them.” She would speak out as she glances between the faces of those who gathered to attend her sibling's vigil. A sad gaze drifts towards the raining skies as she smiles bitterly, Are you with dad and ma? Are you happy now? Her thoughts drift in inquiry as she lightly presses against @Frecklepaw. to comfort her sibling.
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[✧ Frecklepaw.]

WATCHING YOUR
PRETTY SMILE SO WARM​

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frecklepaw & 12 moons & trans. fem & she/they/it & riverclan apprentice ​

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It hardly feels real - mismatched eyes staring blankly ahead, her big sisters words nothing but white noise. She wants to cry, and yet for once Frecklepaws cheeks are strangely dry - stars, she almost wants to laugh at the irony of it all.

'That... should be me' she thinks bitterly - claws digging into the sandy earth. She'd been the one to fail her assessment - not them. They'd been so close to being a warrior - and now they were an apprentice, forever. She doesn't understand what happened - how they could be taken by the very waters that give riverclan their name, their life. Still, Frecklepaw huddles against her sisters side, dutifully mourning them - Magpiepaw deserves that much at least, no matter how unfair everything feels.

" Goodbye, " comes quiet voice.

' I'm sorry '

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[Hawkcloud]

Hawkcloud couldn't bear looking at her apprentice's body when it had been discovered, waterlogged and cold beside the river's edge. But even dressed with herbs and shells beneath the gray curtain of rainfall, she still can't — Magpiepaw's body is so lifeless, the sight filling her with a dread so overpowering she can hardly believe Gladefrost and Frecklepaw can stand so close and touch their midnight fur. She doesn't think she could be so brave. It's all Hawkcloud can do to stand at the edge of the gathered vigil, paws heavy and chest hollow, uncertain she could handle approaching any closer. Even now, with Gladefrost's voice falling upon her ears, the scent of lavender rising in the rain-heavy air, Hawkcloud isn't sure any of this is real. Her vision blurs as she stares at her apprentice's still body, and part of her still hopes to wake from the nightmare. When Gladefrost finishes speaking, the silence is oppressive, and Hawkcloud feels there's still so much more to be said.

But she can't bring herself to even open her mouth, to string her broken thoughts together into words — all she does is stand there, watching the rain pool on the ground around them, helpless and silent. A pang of regret pierces through her as she watches Gladefrost and Frecklepaw, huddled together before their sibling. Hawkcloud wishes she were better friends with the two, especially now as they all grieve Magpiepaw together. But she had never found a way to be close with her apprentice, either, always held at a distance by Magpiepaw's sharp edges and confusing anger. Now that distance feels like a chasm, one that Hawkcloud would never be able to cross. She regrets not trying harder, not breaking past Magpiepaw's walls while she still had the chance to. She never really got to see the heart of gold that Gladefrost spoke of, and now it was too late. Hawkcloud wants to speak up, or maybe scream and wail — but all she can do is watch, silently numbed by the weight of everything she'd lost.​

 

[BEEFANG]

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ — Within those gathered for the final sharing of tongues and vigil of Magpiepaw, Beefang's in the crowd but further in the back as she listens idly to the words that spill from the mouth of Gladefrost and her whiskers twitch in an attempt to rid the droplets of rainfall from hanging on them. She doesn't mind the feeling of heavy downpour that slipped down her muscular form and made her curly fur to flop against her round sides but can't stifle the sigh that slips from her jaws as the to-be mother finishes speaking. A heart of gold is what the chocolate tabby claimed that Magpiepaw had but then again, Beefang had never been the closest to either of the littermates so she supposes that she had never gotten a chance to view this golden heart that belonged to the lifeless body near the queen and Frecklepaw. The apprentice seems to be the only one to voice a quiet goodbye but the mentor of the dead apprentice remains mute and Bee can understand that this loss hit the ginger tabby harder than expected.

Her own snowy paws shuffle in the slightest and the black smoke locks her amber eye on the piebald form of Magpiepaw who had been adorned with shells and mint, the herb getting rid of the smell of death and Beefang doesn't know what she detests more. "Rest well." The words finally slip from her jaws not knowing what more to say considering that she had never known the feline but they're still a clanmate nonetheless so she would pay her respects and leave when all of those that were closer to Magpiepaw began to share tongues with him. A part of her feels bothered that her clanmate had fallen victim to their river and she supposes that it never respected the water that flows around their camp, it had been a lesson given to her by her own late parents at an early age; respect the river and the river will respect you.

With a respectful dip of her helm, Beefang dismisses herself to ensure that the heavy rain wasn't causing any of the dens to cave in or that another clanmate wouldn't end up slipping from the slickness.

DROWN IN YOUR SORROW AND FEARS ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ CHOKE ON YOUR BLOOD AND YOUR TEARS

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  WARRIOR SKILLSET;
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ HUNTING
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧ TRACKING
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧ COMBAT
  — ✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧ STEALTH
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧ STRATEGY
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ SWIMMING
  — ✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ CLIMBING
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  ✦ a shorthaired black smoke molly w/low white and a singular amber eye
  ✦ oftentimes comes off as untrusting of those around her, closed off, and not the easiest to engage in conversation with, she's not easy to befriend. distrusting of outsiders and will snap at you if y/c walks up to her on her blind side. all her opinions are IC only.
  ✦ 14 moons old; ages the 10th every month
  ✦ asexual homoromantic; mated to moonbeam
  ✦ currently mentoring... roepaw ; formerly mentored by smokestar
  ✦ firstborn daughter of cicadastar and smokestar
  ✦ sister of cicadaflight and loveburn
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[MIDNIGHTASH]

જ➶ Helping to prepare the body for vigil had been a painful experience that she nevee thought she would ever have to experience. At least not so suddenly nor at the age that she is now. Having to look upon the corpse that had been her friend, touch the coldness that no longer held familiar warmth. A face that no longer smiled at her. It said a lot. Now the vigil has begun and she stands there with nary a thought in her own mind. No one else is there as she looks at Magpiepaw. Forever never able to get it's warrior name. Forever still. Quiet. Perhaps it was fate then that they would die. Maybe that is what the fox attack was pointing at all along. Her muzzle pulls tight for a moment and she shakes her head. She knows better than to speak. For her words will only tremble and shake. Most likely burdened with tears as she finds herself sitting down. Taking deep breaths the molly finally takes her eyes off the body but to only look up at the sky. Wishing she could see the stars, the bright twinkle of Silverpelt.

Finally a struggle of her voice leaves her throat to say something. "I'll miss you." What happened to then she can only guess. The river may have swallowed them or someone decided to harm them but whichever the deed is done. The warrior closes her eyes for a momemt before she gets up and shifts to press her nose one last time within the fur of its neck. Finality. It's real. They aren't coming back and she needs to accept that. ​