BLAIR WITCH PROJECT + open, death

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]Well, Marinakit hated getting dirty. Everyone who knew her should know that by now; she's made it quite obvious. But that didn't stop her from enjoying the beach. The ebony kitten would walk down the shore from time to time, catching rays or finding little creatures in the sand. She had such a good time doing these activities; as long as she didn't get herself dirty of course. Dirt. Grim. Muck. Things she despised. Every morning and every night Marina would clean herself as well as her sleeping area. You could call her a neat freak.


    The charcoal colored female had been doing one of these activities actually; she had been taking a pleasant stroll down the shore line. It was pleasant, that is, until she heard the screams. (As well as the telepathic ones.) Getting a bit worried, the daughter of Raptorwing would fasten the pace of her legs, moving swiftly across the sand. She stopped at the sight of her clan mates huddled around a figure. A figure that looked horrifyingly familiar. That's when she could make out the screams.


    'Pepperspice! Peppy! Wake up! Wakeupwakeupwakeup!'


    "What's all the commotion about?" asked Marinakit, getting closer. Big mistake. Her eyes flickered from her grieving sisters, as well as Tinkerkit, to Pepperspice. "Why are you interrupting mother's sleeping, guys?" The question was so innocent. Pushing her way over to the shaman, the ebony feline would suck in a breath of horror. "Pepperspice, wake up." she demanded, a whine breaking its way through. Why wasn't she waking up? Horror crept into the small kitten's eyes as the cold truth seeped its way into her mind.


    Mother wasn't waking up because mother is dead.


    'Because mother is dead.'


    'Mother is dead.'


    'Dead.'


    The word repeated itself in her head multiple times; almost like a sick song. "Mother is dead?" she whispered to herself, her pale yellow eyes locked onto Pepperspice's glassy ones. No. Mother couldn't be dead. Mother had to care for them, she had to love them and teach them and guide them and.. and.. Marinakit couldn't understand. Why? Why was mother being taken away from them? From her. "Mommy.." choked the tiny kit, knees buckling. She didn't care about the filth. She didn't care about being clean. She could feel the sand slinking into her pelt, the dirt and filthy sea water matting up the ebony locks. She didn't care at all. All she could care about was mother. Was she going to Starclan? Where was she?


    The kitten slowly made her way closer to the she-wolf's corpse, dragging her paws on the way. When she reached her destination, she wedged herself against her chest. She was staying with mother. This was the mother who cared for her, who fed her and cleaned her. The mother that took her in as her own and loved them. Her birth mother did none of those things. She attempted to wedge herself closer to Pepperspice, breathing in her scent.


    "Mommy.."


    (( Well, hello muse cx ))

    Chastsentience had been in a somewhat nearby tree, easily hearing the heavy breathing of the canine that wasn't too far off. She was still worried about her but things had seemed okay for the time being so Chast continued to lay on a branch, her limbs sprawled out. But, as soon as the heavy breathing turned to wheezing the small calico had jumped down and raced to the medics side. As fast as everything had happened it ended before the grey eye'd femme could say her last goodbye. Honestly it tore the party planner apart. They hadn't been that close but certainly Chast had seen her as an amazing healer, a friend who had once sat next to her in meetings, said a warm hello when everyone else was in a sh*ty mood and now. She was gone. Just like that, weakened by cancer and even if Chast had been there in time there was nothing she could do but watch horror struck at the lifeless body now before her, watching as her clanmates begged her to wake up, watching as they cried, denied with all their might that a Shaman had fallen dead. Before she knew it tears were spilling down her orange cheeks in large droplets, amazed at how Shadowclan couldn't care so much for their MCA as Hawkclan had fallen to their knees for theirs.


    Looking at her lifeless body Chast felt her own quivering, not with weakness but a profound sadness that couldn't keep her from trembling. "May you rest in peace my dear," she managed in a broken voice after several long moments of sadness. Dipping her head in paid respects Chast said nothing more. Only wishing that there could have been more done, someone at her side at least, something that could have eased her suffering. Something. But alas, the world was unfair. Life was unfair and nothing could be done. Nothing. And that is what made this the worst part. That no matter what, that death would come to claim one of the greatest souls that had walked among them and take it from Hawkclan's very own loving grasps.


    //I feel bad for not posting something like this for Northskies</3

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    With the realization that Pepperspice was her biological cousin, she took an astonished step back.


    /I just realized this last night
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    //retro to his capture && rushed


    "Peppy!" the little horned devil-child shrieked as he bounded over, a pained expression on his face. No, no, no not his half-sister, his only family over here that he could actually stand and like. The silver lynx point shoved his way forward with his tiny little horns, stabbing some NPC HawkClanners in his haste to get to the dead shaman.


    With a chocked noise, strangled in the back of his throat, the kitten pressed his muzzle to her forehead, trying to rouse her somehow, even though he could smell death all over her body. Because she just couldn't be dead. He didn't want that! Practically sobbing, the feminine kitten let out a cry, "No, no, no!"
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    "Mom?" The kitten questioned as she noticed all the others, gathered around the shaman, "Mom?" She didn't know what to say.
    Flies had started to gather, so she swat at them, with tears welling up. What had happened? Why was her mother dead? Had she done something wrong, not knowing how exactly to help her? If she had gotten here sooner, would the canine still be alive?
    "Mom?" She whispered once more, closing her eyes and looking away. The kitten felt guilty for not being able to keep her alive. She had done nothing to kill her, but it felt as though she had.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify;]The lioness had arrived to the scene. Her eyes were on the wolf's body. A frown deepen on her face. She didn't do anything but watch the body. The sand on her pads were getting warm from standing out in the sun. Everyone was crying, all around her. She didn't want to cry. And she wasn't.


    There was no way that she could deny how awful she felt in being some anchor in the clan. Regardless of true personal opinion of her pride mates, she knew when she thought of herself and this pride that she was of no use to anyone. For christ's sake, she was over the age of two moons and didn't have a task of any kind. Nor had she helped out much when she was kit besides going to the borderlands and helping only a little during the time; not to mention the tiny things she had done while being a Shaman trainee, let alone an assistant. It was this rank or nothing and the tanned female held no grudge against her mentors for making this choice—they held her with on last option as being ‘something’ instead of placing her with the rest.


    She did do anything for her trainee, her colleague. But perhaps it is not her unexplained knowledge. She didn't know anything to help the wolf anyways. It was hard to understand the things that was coming to her mind. She didn't want to be here anymore. No, she was forced to be here. She didn't have a right anymore. The lioness had gripped the sand in between her toes. Her lips flickering back in a snarl. No sounds came from the woman.