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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 450px;][justify]Life. Something she questioned from the day she was birthed into this world of wonders and terrors, and to the day of her death. Was it really an element for once who used the magics of the wizards? Or was it just a part of you, destined to never leave until time called for it? She never knew, and she knew that she would never find out.


    Sometimes she wondered if life was never granted to those that needed it the most. Sometimes she thought that life was no more than a clock, clicking and clicking until that time drew near. Once, she tried to find more of life, but that failed horribly, and nearly sent her clan into confusion of who she truly was. That was when she stopped thinking about it. Yet, it came up on this very day.


    She tried to avoid the subject, but it just kept popping up and up the more she thought about it. Was it so important, even though it had caused her first life to vanish within the blink of an eye? Maybe it was just a topic that she was subconsciously interested in. Maybe it was both. That was when the next question crawled on in. Am I worthy of life? Of course she was. If she wasn't, she'd be dead by now.


    But wasn't she killed earlier?


    Maybe that was a sign that she wasn't.


    But was it true? That one like herself was not worthy of her life?


    She had many good friends, ranging from the black and white feline known as Mizuki to the spotted body of Vanillapaw. Not to mention a wonderful husband and children that she adored. If she wasn't liked in this clan, wouldn't she be overthrown by now? Or, at least, exiled by her one and only coworker, Magni.


    You're being melodramatic.


    She was, wasn't she. What a dumb little drama queen she was being right now.


    A sigh escaped her dry lips, her eyes fluttering shut as the warm, breezy air blew around her. The strong smell of salt invaded her nose, relaxing her tense shoulders as the quiet waves drew up to the beach before drawing back. Sunclan's old beach was a place she did like to go to, not to mention that the stench of burnt metal and rotting wood had slowly faded away from the burnt resort.


    A fitting place for her death, she would have thought. Except that she was fearful of death, and never wanted to face him.


    Little did she know that he was roaming about at the moment, standing behind a specific female, waiting for the inevitable to happen.


    And yet, somehow, she felt like she knew that he was there, too. Though obliterated from when she defeated him, she felt some sort of familiar aura, like two puzzle pieces matching up correctly. It calmed her down, too. For once, since the incident, she felt happy. A feeling she thought that she would never experience again before her demise.


    As the cliff she sat upon began to crumble underneath her, she didn't feel afraid, or overwhelming sorrow for having to face death. She felt calm, as if she was flying across the ocean. She felt the wind brush against her honey-coloured fur, her chocolate eyes opening to reveal the baby blue sky marred with the wispy forms of the clouds. Silently, she fell to her death.


    Nidalee was no more.

    Vanillapaw
    i'd send a postcard to you dear
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    [justify][color=pink]vanillapaw's super senses had be on as high as possible due to a promise she made spring. or not really a promise, just that she would keep her ears open so she would hear if she ever called for her. but the noise vani heard was not springs. it wasn't even a voice. it was the noise of crumbling. and of a sigh.


    reaching out her senses, she searched around to see if she could pin point where the sound was coming from. once that task was done, she willed an image to come to mind. she could see a figure, but not enough of it to make out who it was. she moved to the side slightly and gasped. it was nidalee. and the crumbling was the ground beneath her.


    the cheetah's heart was a drum, slowly speeding up its tempo. her violet eyes widened his terror, horrified at what she knew was to come. as phoenix knight, it was her job to protect the leaders. wit ha cry of terror, the cheetah set off, paws skimming the ground as she ran. lucky for vanillapaw, she was one of the fastest land animals.


    she made it to the cliff in lighting speed, but it was still too late. as she arrived, the ground had just given way. she made it to the edge seconds after her leader had fallen. tears welled up in her violet eyes and almost immediately began their descent. they cascaded over her cheeks, following almost the same path as her natural marks below her eyes. tear marks. go figure.


    she let out a sob and crouched down, locking her back claws into the earth. it would take quite a bit of care to get the dirt off of them. but that was an issue for another day. she reached out her front paws over the edge, grasping for her leader. this was the last sliver of hope for she-cat. she let out another cry as realization and reality smacked her in the face at the same time. there was no saving her. she was gone.


    horrible guilt and sorrow welled up inside her chest. its all my fault! I didn't warn her in time. if I had gotten there quicker, vani thought, her chest feeling hollow. she sniffled and let out another sob. she backed away a little bit and sat there, hunched over. she couldn't shake the feeling that this was all her fault.


    when something drastic happened, that was just natural. people looked for who to blame. and in her grief she was sure it was hers. it was her job to defend. her job to look after and protect the leaders. ad she failed. now an amazing leader was lost. "rest in peace," vani murmured, voice cracking.



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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]This reminded him too much of Permafrost's death, really. The cliff, Nidalee falling- it all came full circle, didn't it? Would he be next? Strangely, the thought made him want to laugh. Though, not exactly in a happy sort of manner.


    The Lord lumbered forward. He could tell it was too late when he'd first arrived on the scene. There was no aurora floating around her body, not warmth left in her fur. Just that awful stench of death that was all-too familiar.


    Here Magni was, standing and staring blankly at the body of his long-time friend and co-worker, his stomach feeling sick with grief. He remembered the day she'd first joined SunClan. He himself had been a Silverblood at the time. Never did it occur to him that he'd have to face her death, too.


    Only then did he find himself asking how the Lord would ever lead without her. The spotted behemoth often found himself unsure whether he was making the right decisions. And Nidalee had always been there to help him make the right choice.


    "God, Nidalee, I-" he cut himself off, rubbing his face with a paw as he continued to murmur, "I'm sorry Nidalee. I'm so sorry." The creature inhaled, only to release his breath once more in a shaky sigh, feeling numb inside.


    "I swear I'll do my best to lead SunClan without you," the snow leopard said- even if the deceased Lady couldn't hear. Magni turned away, unable to stand seeing the akita, unmoving and unblinking. Besides, he'd have to announce this to the clan.

    [fancypost bgcolor=#; borderwidth=0px; height: px; width: 400px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10pt; color: ; text-align: justify;][sub]Bishop was not sure what he was supposed to say as he slowly made his approach. He felt indecent, dirty, for even being near Nidalee's body. Why did he deserve to live, standing there oh-so boldly, while she was dead, and he had not even tried to stop it? The leopard lowered his head and, to show how truly remorseful he was that the Akita had died. "May she rest gloriously."

    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt][justify]Marco had seen the whole thing.


    His eyes were wide, and he sped over like a bullet. Nidalee! The name seemed to brand into his mind, his thoughts more and more panicked. Marco didn't believe his eyes .... that was his sister! The serval wasted little time on reflecting, and stared down at the ground in shock.


    "I need to go down and find her." He declared. There had to be a way down.


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    Creampaw had seen everything. The cliff crumbling, the Lady falling.


    The cream point had rushed over, almost the very edge of the cliff, wishing with all her heart herbs could cure death. Creampaw let out a chocked sob, waiting for the tears to fill her eyes.


    But Creampaw had matured too much in too little time to cry. She'd seen too much, seen so much death. So the pregnant cream point stared hopelessly where the leader had fallen, a powerful feeling of grief filling up inside of her.


    The next feeling was anger. Boiling rage at the world. It wasn't fair. Life wasn't fair. Why did everyone have to leave her? Her own family left her, god dammit! Her breathing quickened, and her blue eyes narrowed. Nidalee didn't deserved to die. No one did. She repeated these things over and over to herself until she just couldn't anymore, and was left with mixed feelings of confusion and grief. Nidalee was dead.


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    Tracking until i can get to a computer ;-;

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify][color=black][size=8]Lydia nearly shook with emotion when she noticed everyone gathered there. Eyes flickering, bicolor in her cat form, she walked over slowly, casting her eyes over the clifftop ruins now scattered on the grounds below like dust particles spread out on a desktop. "Oh no," the domestic feline whispered, leaning against Vani.

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    [justify][font=times][size=9pt]It was like someone drove a stake through your heart and then repeatedly stabbed you in the back. He could only imagine the terrible anguish that would arrive with Merlin. Pain wrought the mute serval's expression as he wandered over aimlessly, ears pressed against his head.


    //terrible post is terrible



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    Witchcraft watched the scene in utter horror, her blue eyes wide as saucers as the ground crumbled underneath Nidalee and sent her plunging to the sea below. In less than a blink of an eye she was gone, as if she'd never been there in the first place. It was all too familiar; Permafrost, her adopted father, the previous leader, had died in the same way. The scene tore open old wounds in her heart and left the familiar ache of loss and sorrow behind.


    The jaguar couldn't help but stand motionless, mind blank, unsure of what to do. Would they be able to retrieve her body? Marco seemed convinced that he could, but was there even a way down there? At last the gears in her head became unstuck enough to decide she would need to help him or deter him.


    "Marco, I don't think there's a way down. It's too dangerous," she urged quietly, voice cracking from grief.
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    The sky was blue, the kind of blue you wanted to dance under or smother yourself in. The kind that brushed the worries off your shoulders and told you to free yourself until tomorrow where grey clouds would litter the sky again. Not a blue to lose a life in.




    Blue skies entailed happy days but this day was far from a joyous one. Only that the Labrador, currently trotting out of the main entrance of the mansion with a whickered picnic basket swinging from his jaws, had yet to find that out. There was a lightness to his paws as he traversed the impossibly always immaculate lawns of the mansion, a weightless feeling evident in his eyes. Today was the day he would make everything right again. The cleft that had jerked him from his wife would finally be completely healed. He didn't care about Yami and her decisions whilst possessed, none of that mattered for she was sorry and that was all he needed. Her apology had meant more than anything else, and he could see that it had been genuine from the look in her eyes.




    Having asked a few NPCs whether they had seen the russet Akita, he was directed contentedly towards the beach. It didn't take long to get to but, in this case, it took too long. Long enough for the ground to shift. Long enough so that no one was there to pull the Lady back from the fall. Long enough so Nidalee was alone as her life slithered out in her final breaths.




    Expectedly, his gaily encouraged gait slowed somewhat as he spotted a number of familiar faces at the cliff edge. Well, their alone time would have to wait, he supposed. But then he halted in his tracks and the frowned cautiously. The air hit him hard in the chest, forcing him to freeze to the spot with its cold mourning. The mass of crowd had its shoulders significantly slumped and gaze calling him to what lay on the beach down below. It called to him, he hated it.




    The picnic basket dropped now, almost irritably. It fell with a crackle onto its side and spilled out it contents as the flap lifted open. But the Labrador took no notice of that now. Like a leaf, shaking and unsure of himself, the wind carried the Captain forwards mindlessly. His now dull brown eyes scaled each face impassively, catching on his father and Magni before finally resting on Witchcraft and Marco. He looked no different to a doe staring down the tiger's jaws. "What's down there?" He knew the answer.




    Jutting his jaw, hardening it to a barricade against the inevitable spiralling its course towards him, the male swallowed hard. Turning his head from the duo, he left the group of SunClanners miles behind him. He was here, on the beach, with the one he loved irrevocably. They were no where to be seen, back at the mansion as he feasted with his wife in the clouds. Why hadn't he known? Wasn't that a thing? The person you cared about most, you would know their demise just as they would know yours. He could read her like a book, why hadn't there been a sign? A silent growl shivered from his throat then, flowing against the wind and exclaiming its dispute. It was low in his mind, not like one he had sounded before, unearthly. Deadly. Ready to fight with that no one could possibly try to. Ready to take back what hadn't deserved to be taken.




    He still hadn't stepped forwards.




    A whisper of wind in his ear was what eventually called him forwards, limbs stiff and reluctant and eyes clenched against the sight he knew lay before him. He knew he had reached the cliff edge only because another step forwards meant his paw was met with air. Lifting honey coloured lids up over his eyes, he stared at his paw as if it was the most alien thing to him in the world. Why her? He could see a blur of blazing red mingled with white but his vision still focused on his paw. If he moved it, the blue would no longer be a blur but an actuality of what had happened.




    He couldn't avoid it any longer. Shifting his gaze, brown orbs caught onto the shattered body of his love and his heart shattered with her. A strangled whimper pelted from the Captain's jaws as reality was confirmed in his head. Stumbling back, he found his chest rising uncontrollably as shallow breaths invaded his lungs. "Dee." It was barely a whisper, nevermind audible. But the name still seemed to sear his tongue and pound painfully in his ears.




    "Dee." Stronger now as grief took over and sent him incapable of controlling his emotions, forcing him back to the cliff edge as he head hooked over to call to her. "DEE! NIDALEE! Ni- don't do this. I made a picnic for us, l-look! We can eat up here or I can come down and- * it all Dee, MOVE! Please! Please? D-don't leave me." As if she would listen if he shouted loud enough, he howled to his wife on the sands below, limbs crumpling underneath him. "I lied to you, Dee. When we said our vows, when we got married. I lied to you." This he mumbled not with his head overlooking the cliff edge but bunched up in his paws, shielded from the world. "When I said I would love you till death do us part, it was a lie. I never, never will stop, just please don't g-go. I nee-." He couldn't finish, his voice was crackling like bad frequency on the radio, incomprehensible even if he tried. He hunched his shoulder and attempted to resist the sobs that would shake his shoulders though no tears fell, there was none left for they had been spouted in his words.
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    [size=7pt]She hadn't known Nidalee too well. But she had known her back to when she had been promoted to Phoenix Knight, when Permafrost was still at the reins of the clan, and Nidalee had been there in her suicide. The akita had came so far, and now it was all gone? What about her kids? What about everything she was leaving behind?


    The cheetah slowly appeared, chocolate orbs staring sadly at the body, wide and disbelieving. "N-No. She can't be dead. She just can't." She had been an amazing leader - probably more amazing than Fairydust would ever be, even when she had been so close when Permafrost decided to lead after Vertigo by himself. "She has to stay."

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    no. no no no no. harvy wasn't supposed to be out in the daylight, but she had so missed her precious sunclan that she had risked it. and the body. oh the body. nidalee was gone. the tigress crumpled to her knees. she had never gotten along with nidalee. they had just never talked. all interactions were awkward, as nidalee had been possessed by yami when he had forced the poor tigress. she had never gotten to tell nidalee she was sorry for the way she had acted after the reveal. to tell her it wasn't her fault. to tell her there was nothing she could have done. to thank the canine for the promotions, for the support from behind the scenes. and now she was gone. now harvestseason could never say those things.


    tears streamed down her face. she lifted her head, looking up at the sky. perhaps the lady was in a better place now. a place where she didn't have to fret constantly. so many were gone. so many. other than adventuretime's death, who the phoenix knight had thought of as a friend, this hurt the worst. "sunclan has lost a great leader today," the tigress whispered, jade eyes clouded with grief. nidalee was gone, and there was nothing anyone could do about it.


    ((i am actually crying as i write this. rest in peace, nidalee.




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    Vanillapaw
    i'd send a postcard to you dear
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    [justify][color=pink]vani's heart broke for merlin; the grief in his voice was worse than she had ever felt herself. if she could take away shis pain and hold it herself, she would. she would do that for all her clanamtes. even taunt. her stomach squirmed with guilt. she had caused this. it was her fault. she hadn't gotten there in time. vani slnk closer to the edge and looked down. "m-maybe she's still alive. w-we could save her!" she blubbered, shocked and horrified.



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