// This takes place the day of her death - Howling Wind and Little Wolf brought her body back to ThunderClan camp to have a vigil and be buried after. It can be assumed that any current elders and queens prepared her body with the necessary herbs, and the elders will be responsible for burying her after vigil
The tabby remains crouching beside the pale body of Morningpaw, her nose pressed into her fur. All she can smell is the mint that has been rubbed into her fur by Sunfreckle and the others, but all she wants to smell is Morningpaw's scent. She knows it's gone, fleeting with the warmth of her blood. The scent of death is swiftly replacing it and she knows that's why Berryheart gave the red-furred queen the herbs to mask it. But still, she just wants to smell the maple leaves and morning dew that often clung to her fur.
The rest of her family is gathered around. Clanmates come and pay their respects and then step back. Everyone is saying their goodbyes and it's horrible. They're all saying goodbye to a child who has left this world too soon, and as the sun dips further towards the horizon, they all know the time of burial is near. Soon, the clan's elders will be by to carry the body outside of camp to put her to rest, but Howling Wind isn't ready for that. She continues to press her muzzle into the apprentice's fur, tears dried up but the sorrow and grief twisting her features is unmistakable.
The tabby remains crouching beside the pale body of Morningpaw, her nose pressed into her fur. All she can smell is the mint that has been rubbed into her fur by Sunfreckle and the others, but all she wants to smell is Morningpaw's scent. She knows it's gone, fleeting with the warmth of her blood. The scent of death is swiftly replacing it and she knows that's why Berryheart gave the red-furred queen the herbs to mask it. But still, she just wants to smell the maple leaves and morning dew that often clung to her fur.
The rest of her family is gathered around. Clanmates come and pay their respects and then step back. Everyone is saying their goodbyes and it's horrible. They're all saying goodbye to a child who has left this world too soon, and as the sun dips further towards the horizon, they all know the time of burial is near. Soon, the clan's elders will be by to carry the body outside of camp to put her to rest, but Howling Wind isn't ready for that. She continues to press her muzzle into the apprentice's fur, tears dried up but the sorrow and grief twisting her features is unmistakable.