♢GemClan♢ Roleplay

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    male // apprentice // gemclan // hover for love interest


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    Sparrowpaw smiles along with the other apprentices as he follows the group back, but his smile quickly fades upon entering camp. He spots Bluepool leaving off towards the clinic. The orange tabby looks around, there was a certain gloominess over the camp. "What's going on?" He says, his tone only having a slight hint of worry. He looks with his one eye at Birchstripe, holding his tongue to not demand answers.
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    Autumndapple padded gloomy out of her den, noticing that the apprentices and mentors returned. She looked around a bit until she spotted Birchstripe. She padded over and softly licked his ear. She would stand with him while he announced the news. Her eyes welled up with tears but she didn't want to cry, the last thing she wanted was to frighten the apprentices. Her ears were almost flat against her head, clearly showing her sorrow and discomfort. :'(

    Olivesky had walked in with Duskstar. She dipped her head as sort of a goodbye to him as she went into the church, which was hers and Ripplepaw's den. She saw her apprentice and purred, "I'm sure you heard about Jaysong." She said as her emerald pendant started to slowly stop swaying. "There is stuff we need to figure out." the tabby sighed and sat down, "Duskstar had a flash of seeing Shadowpaw mal-nourished and lying on the ground in the training hollow." She got up and started pacing, she seemed less mysterious when she was just with her apprentice. "He is worried, but I told him we would figure it out." She paused and then looked at Ripplepaw, "I think we should go to the Moon Pool."

    [justify][font=georgia][size=11px]OOC: Thorny : Shadowpaw and Silverpaw can be warriors the next day after the vigil.


    Duskstar
    Duskstar sighed one final time, brushing his tail against Northernsong in goodbye. "Will someone help me take her body to the Camp clearing? he asked very solemnly. "It's about time we share tongues with Jaysong for the last time." He also noticed that it was getting crowded in the clinic, so he decided to get out of Autumndapple's way. He carefully balanced the dead Jaysong on his shoulder, expecting someone else to assist him on her other side.


    [color=cyan]Vanillapaw
    Vanillapaw looked through the cats in the clinic to discover that Jaysong was dead. The white apprentice felt a pang of anger. Why didn't Duskstar announce this earlier! he clenched his teeth. This must have been what Birchstripe was crying about earlier too. he thought immediately, remembering the tear fall from his crush's eye. He had never seen Birchstripe like that before. Maybe it was because the garnet around his neck soothed his sadness.

    Northernsong stood to help her leader take the she-cats body to the clearing, her eyes daring him to tell her no. She was one who would not disrespect the one who had helped her out in her kit past. She stared sorrowfully at the body as she stood beside her leader, taking some of the weight from him.

    Bluepool
    The silver-gray she-cat also helped share some of the weight of Jaysong, her face grim but her gem giving her the courage she needed. Jaysong was one of the few cats that welcomed her into the clan, both her and the late she-cat were rouges. They stuck together because they weren't welcomed so easily by the clan-born cats. Once Jaysng went into the Clinic because she got so sick Bluepool visited from that day forward.

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    Whitepaw had followed Bluepool back to camp silently, and he hung back now as he watched Bluepool heave Jaysong onto her shoulder. He watched the limp she-cat with wide, fearful eyes, sitting down on the ground and tucking his tail around his paws. ''What's wrong with her?'' He asked, his ears pinning back. The question was for no cat in particular, but he hoped someone would at least explain why Jaysong was limp as fresh-kill, her eyes closed as if in sleep, her jaw parted slightly though it gasped no breath.[/fancypost]


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    Autumndapple heard Whitepaw's question, she padded over to him. "I'm sorry, but she p- passed away this morning..." She whispered. She then pushed her body against his, trying to comfort the younger cat. A single tear went down her muzzle, but she licked Whitepaw's cheek, to comfort him again. :'(

    birchstripe.

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    Birchstripe came up behind Vanillapaw, and some of the other apprentices. "You guys feeling okay?" He was one to hide his feelings, and hope others didn't feel the same way. He sat, curling his tail around his paws and looking sorrowfully into the clinic. Even his pendant couldn't soothe the pain he was feeling right now. Looking down, he found himself with a near mouthful of white, soft fur. He was inches away from Vanillapaw's back, so he backed up, with jerky movements that he was sure his crush had felt. His cheeks went red, so he looked away.
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    [justify][font=georgia][size=11px]Duskstar
    Duskstar looked at Northernsong with worry, but decided not to let her help him. She was persistent and perhaps a bit stubborn as well, but Northernsong was obviously close to the now deceased cat. It would be rude to not let her. "Very well." the leader murmured to the jeweler as he slowly made his way with Northernsong and Jaysong to the Camp clearing. There, the commemoration would begin.


    [color=cyan]Vanillapaw
    Vanillapaw felt something brush his pelt, so he turned around to spot none other than Birchstripe. The warrior seemed to be turning away from Vanillapaw. He assumed it was because he wanted to act like the typical tomcat, someone who would hide his own feelings to make others not worry for him. "I'm okay, Birchstripe." Vanillapaw responded to his question. Sure, Jayson's death was tragic and sad, but he truly didn't know her all too well He remembered back at the training grounds where he saw Birchstripe's tear and Vanillapaw didn't even ask him about it. This time he would. "But are you?"

    Jaysong
    Jaysong, in StarClan, smiled at Redpelt and Spottedsky. Starry tears fell as she saw Berryleaf, Silverpaw, and Northernsong. "I miss you." she whispered as she watched her ceremony.


    Berryleaf
    Berryleaf joined the other cats as they carried Jaysong to the clearing.


    Shadowpaw
    Shadowpaw followed the other cats as well.


    Silverpaw
    Silverpaw was overcome with shock and sadness, but she went as well.


    Redpelt
    Redpelt had walked into camp before the others carried Jaysong. He followed, but didn't carry her as his paws were weak from walking a lot.


    Spottedsky
    Spottedsky, still fear in her eyes, still helped Redpelt when he looked like he was falling. She smiled a bit when he smiled at her weakly. "Don't worry, I'm helping you." she said.

    birchstripe.

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    Birchstripe looked up, his face very red. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay." He could feel the blush in his face. "As bad of a time as it is, I think I just inhaled part of your tail." He chuckled then looked back at the fluffy apprentice. Suddenly his pendant felt very heavy, and he wanted to take it off. But then it would very embarrassing. He held down his need. He didn't know why it was heavy, but he ignored it.
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    [ Thorny Could Bluepool be close too Jaysong too, they were both rouge born after all, perhaps when they joined the clan they were unwelcomed by the others so they stuck together...]
    Bluepool
    The deputy followed her leader and Northernsong out with Jaysong's body not wanting to part with her friend once again. She didn't care about what had to be done tomorrow or what had to be done now, all that mattered was Jaysong. She would be held a proper burial, because she was a clan cat like all of them here in the clan.

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    Vanillapaw giggled silently, hoping that the other cats couldn't hear his laugh as it was inappropriate in this situation. He flicked his bushy tail across Birchstripe's muzzle playfully. "I know that my tail is breathtaking, but I wouldn't want you to choke." he said somewhat sassy. He examined Birchstripe as he turned around to him, and he couldn't help but notice the blush across his face. This made Vanillapaw's own pelt feel warm, so he turned back around, his mind buzzing. I-Is he embarrassed? Maybe sick? Yeah, it must be sickness. he concluded, convincing himself that there was no possible way Birchstripe had any feelings for Vanillapaw.

    birchstripe.

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    Birchstripe had to hold down a laugh, then sneezed as more of Vanillapaw's tail went up his nose. Shaking his head, he saw Vanillapaw turn around, slightly red. Did the apprentice have any feelings back? Maybe he would ask, a long while later though. He was hopeful, however, and turned back to Jaysong's body. Would it soon be time for the vigil? He wanted to pay his respects to the cat, so that when he felt guilty about not knowing her as well, he could feel better knowing that she knew that he felt bad. Sort of a paradox really. Birchstripe sneezed again, coughing this time.
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    male // apprentice // gemclan // hover for love interest


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    Sparrowpaw blinks in surprise, looking over to where Jaysong was being brought over to the clearing. He opens his mouth, as if to say something, but then he closes it. The orange cat gazes around, noticing on how the majority of cats had someone to cope with. He feels a stab of grief and envy, but instead walks over to the clearing. Sitting down and wrapping his tail over his paws, 'Soon the commemoration will begin.'




    The one eyed cat suddenly felt the need to go get some air, away from the camp. 'I'll go for a walk after this is all done.' He tells himself. Sparrowpaw looks towards where Jaysong was, he watches carefully with his one eye. Feeling a mix of grief for the clanmate.
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    ©madame kevin
    #maddiewashere

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    Raspberryfrost slowly slunk down to the ground and rested her head on her paws. She hated seeing her clan in such a state of distress, but alas there was no way to bring back Jaysong. The she-cat had passed, and Raspberryfrost felt a sense of helplessness weighing down on her. She shook her head. No. I can't think such thoughts. Desperate to be productive, Raspberryfrost noted that Sparrowpaw was all by his lonesome. She got up, and on shaky paws followed him to the clearing. Raspberryfrost seated herself about a tail length away from him and cleared her throat. "Hello, Sparrowpaw. I trust you are coping well?" Raspberryfrost mentally scolded herself for that one. Oh come on! Socialize like a normal cat for once, would you?
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 1px solid black; height: 150px; width: 150px; font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify; font-size: 8px; overflow:auto;]ic: Ripplepaw had been lightly pawing at his pendant when Olivesky had confronted him. He listened intently to the words, but couldn't help but feel distracted by the tabby cat's pacing. In fact, he found it slightly amusing. Ripplepaw then brought himself back into the conversation and nodded eagerly when Olivesky mentioned the Moonpool. He loved going to the Moonpool, it was just so mysterious and amazing. Ripplepaw cocked his head to one side. "When will we be leaving?" [/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=black; border: 1px solid black; height: 150px; width: 20px;][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 1px solid black; height: 150px; width: 150px; font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify; font-size: 8px; overflow:auto;]~~[/fancypost]


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    [justify][font=georgia][size=11px]Duskstar
    Duskstar sighs once more as he released Jaysong, setting her down on the ground gently in the Camp clearing. He climbed up the Highrock and looked down at the Clan. "Jaysong came to our Clan a loner." the leader began, raising his voice, but keeping his emotions stable. "But she left a strong warrior... As many of you know, Jaysong had been sick for quite some time. She could barely eat, walk, and talk. The only thing that kept her going was her sheer willpower... Of course, the opal around her neck shone like her eyes, which enhanced her love and passion. Jaysong passed at such a young age, but she'll leave a lasting impression in our hearts." He looked up at the sky and then back down. "Despite her early death though, she didn't die in vain... Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, but love leaves a memory no one can steal." He paused a long moment. "We will always remember you... Let us share tongues with Jaysong for the final time." With that, he jumped off the Highrock.


    [color=cyan]Vanillapaw
    Vanillapaw's mind was swirling so much that he only caught bits and pieces of Duskstar's speech. Clan... warrior... sick... of... love and... young... hearts. He didn't... love...you. Vanillapaw felt a tear run down his cheek, but made it seem like it was because of Jaysong's passing. He twitched an ear as he heard Birchstripe cough, which enhanced the conclusion that the warrior was sick. He felt another twinge of sadness as he didn't want to accept that he was sick. He turned back to the other tom. He didn't hide his tear as this was a time of mourning. "Are you sure you're okay? You don't seem well."

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    Olivesky looked at her apprentice and then continued pacing, "Well we certainly can't go tonight." She looked out at the camp as she heard Duskstar. "I only share tounges at the Moonpool." She said as she shook her head and ducked back into the church, "Now, are you ok?" She asked carefully just incase Ripplepaw started to cry. She didn't know if he was close to Jaysong or not, l"Because it's totally okay to talk to me about these things."

    Northern song slowly allowed herself to set the body down, her eyes fogged with grief. They used to show everything, vibrant and alert, but now they were cloudy and unsure. She waited during the speech, her eyes on her friends pelt. When dusk star stopped did the jeweler allow her leg to crumple as she collapsed beside Jaysong and buried her nose I to the cold fur, eyes staring at nothing in particular