camp THERE'S A PALE IMITATION BURNT IN MY EYES ✦ sandthorn vigil

[GENTLESTORM]

I SEE A SONG OF PAST ROMANCE — This would be the first vigil he would hold but not the first that he had bore witness remembering that Magpiepaw had held one for Little Wolf up in the mountains where she had been buried away. But he was now officially a medicine cat apprentice and he would need to get accustomed to holding these if his other clanmates passed which he hoped would not be soon. A last goodbye before the young warrior would reach the astal plane of their ancestors yet his gaze is a little unsteady as he gazes upon her broken body that had been trampled by deer. She was much too young and she could've had a bright future ahead of her, Hailstorm holds his breath with rosemary clamped in his jaws before placing it onto the lifeless form of Sandthorn along with the other small pieces of the herb, he steps back having cleaned her of blood as best as he could so she simply lay in the snow appearing as if she was merely in an eternal sleep.

"May you have endless hunting and peace in Starclan," He breathes out a small cloud of mist then looks up from her corpse then to his clanmates, she had warned the rest of her patrol about the deer in the forest and it had cost her life. Hailstorm can only imagine that she would be welcomed warmly by her clanmates that had died noble deaths or succumbed to disease, he thinks of one Thunderclanner specifically and his heart aches for the briefest moment.

/ backwritten/late vigil for sandthorn :']

I SEE THE SACRIFICE OF MAN ✦ I SEE PORTRAYALS OF BETRAYALS

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  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  — ✦✦✦✦✦ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ✦✦✦✧✧ INFECTIONS
  — ✦✦✧✧✧ ACHES & PAINS
  — ✦✦✧✧✧ ILLNESS
  — ✦✧✧✧✧ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ✦✧✧✧✧ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ✧✧✧✧✧ BROKEN BONES
  — ✧✧✧✧✧ KITTING
  — ✧✧✧✧✧ POISONS
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  ✦ longhaired blue sepia tom w/low white and brown eyes
  ✦ 51 moons old; ages the 27th every month
  ✦ bisexual demiromantic; mates with little wolf
  ✦ currently being mentored by berryheart
  ✦ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ semi-difficult in combat; relies on strength, his large size, and wits
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[Flycatcher]

Death. It was a natural part of life, and yet, it was never easy to deal with. It had touched Flycatcher's life many times, and never did the pain cease to amaze him.

The blue tom is gathered with his fellow clanmates, standing around the fallen corpse of Sandthorn. It was always hard losing a clanmate, but harder still when they were one so young. Already they had heard how Sandthorn had warned the other cats on her patrol of approaching deer in the forest, only to wound up trampled for her troubles. When Hailstorm steps back after sprinkling some herbs on her body and saying a few parting words, Flycatcher steps forward and bows his head to the fallen warrior. "I hope you walk in peace in StarClan, Sandthorn," He mewed quietly. ​

 

[BERRYHEART]

As seasons passed, so did souls. It was a mere fact, steadfast as a freeze, but it was no easier simply because it was true. Berryheart welcomed many cold truths in his lifetime, but this- this death especially- it was dull agony to accept. Dune-pelt had been a cat who'd braved a beating by her own mentor, who had taught him a lot indirectly in her injury. With gracious patience had she healed and earned her warrior name, yet she'd not the chance to brave it for very long.

"We'll meet again." Said solemnly, simply, with little tacked on the end. A promise, thrumming with hope- that would have to do for now. Be it in prophetic dreams or in many moons when he died here, he woudl see Dune-pelt again. Still, he could not shake the gripping sadness, the potential lost and bled into Silverpelt. His sigh was a whispery thing, and maybe she might hear it.​

PENNED BY PIN ☾​

 

[freckleflame]

she hasn’t really stopped thinking about it. it was an awful way to go — freckleflame prayed and prayed to the stars that it was instant, the way the stag’s hoof speared her ribs to the snowy ground. it was hard to look at her when she approached and so, at some point, she simply doesn’t. her eyes close when she sets down a small weed of a thing — a scrap of flower, something she’d say was tradition in her eyes, but really, it just made her feel a little better. sandthorn had given her life to warn the patrol, the least freckleflame could do was offer something, anything in return.

” sleep tight, sandthorn. “ she murmurs, and wonders how long it takes to reach the stars. the molly looks peaceful, despite the overpowering scent of mint and rosemary clinging to pale fur still stained vaguely red. she figures she’ll find out some day.

𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝙼𝙴 𝚂𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙴 -`☀︎´- 𝘗𝘓𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘌 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘠 𝘍𝘖𝘙 𝘈 𝘞𝘏𝘐𝘓𝘌 𝘕𝘖𝘞

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  FRECKLEFLAME 𖦹 . LESBIAN, SINGLE. SMELLS LIKE SUN - WARMED OAK AND RICH, EARTHY MUSK. SEVENTEEN MOONS OLD. FRIEND & SISTER TO MANY! NAMED A WARRIOR OF THUNDERCLAN ON 8 / 3 / 2023. MENTORING COUGARPAW! PENNED BY ANTLERS --------------------------------------------
  
  f. she / her, daughter of sunfreckle and rabbitnose. large, fluffy cream - ribboned tortoiseshell with seaglass eyes. larger than life! every part of her is broad ; wide in everything from her face to shoulders to her feathered tail, something reminiscent of her father’s kittypet heritage in the square of her chin and hulk of her figure. she appears illusionarily fluff - ridden at first, thickly pelted in shades of fire and soot, long & tangled, knotted with undergrowth — seeming soft and pudgy, and she is.. that figure curving into hard, hidden bulk along heavyset flanks and well - muscled limbs. a characteristic lack of personal space leads her to a slouching, touchy posture, often inclined to lean or bump against her peers.
  

  prone to bouts of explosive emotion. all opinions are solely in - character and during these times, often untrue or said only in anger.

  
  

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