just wanted to be free / OPEN, DEATH

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    Whatever the scenario, the matter was that Deersong was dead. The she-wolf had passed away in a peaceful manner - in her sleep. Her pristine white body remained untouched, yet cold and hard. The only touch the former assistant chief received was the touch of her own reaper. It made her sleep well to know that she wouldn't be along, for she would remain with Crimsonocean now. Her darling friend: she wouldn't be alone any longer. Despite all efforts, Deersong was dead.

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    "Deersong no!" Vividpaw cried out when she saw that the femme was dead. She could not handle all these people dying. It was the job of a medicine cat to save people, not watch death. She wondered if Deersong was already up in StarClan watching them from below.


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    this was sad. it knew that. however it didn't know the victim very beyond that they were a clanmate of its. it was a pity glitch couldn't shed a tear for the departed creature. the shape-shifter hung its head in honor of its clanmate's passing.[/fancypost]

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    [align=left][size=8][color=tan] The former kittypet walked over to the dead body, eyes
    widening as she realized that whoever it was, wasn't simply
    taking a quick nap. She had no idea who it was laying lifeless
    upon the ground, yet after overcoming her shock, closed her
    eyes and bowed her head in respect.


    This was very strange, though, because Mocha wasn't a
    very respectful cat. Oh, please. Why are you even here?
    Mocha thought, though no one was even there. Wow, okay.
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    Mocha|F3 Savannah|Female|The Covenant|84 moons



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    [sub]A death just on the day she arrived. Ramona cringed and made sure to stay back for other people who knew her well to come through. However distant she was from the female called Deersong, the apprentice felt sorrow for the dead female.