i won't know ( open : dead body )

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; height: auto; text-align:justify;font-size:11px;]Voletail was losing himself. In fact, he had been for the past couple years. More so recently, though. So many dead cats, body after body, dumped off on SylvanClan territory as if the killers didn't care at all. There was no respect for the deceased, and the list of them was growing, day by day.


    He was always out on a solo patrol when he wasn't just hanging around camp. It seemed that those were the only two things he would ever need to do. Just stay at camp and look for someone to talk to, or walk around the territory and find a stranger. Rinse and repeat, several times per day. Nothing ever really changed about the formula, nothing different ever really happened. At least, nothing different that affected him much.


    Catching scent of blood, Voletail wasn't surprised. Soon enough, the forest would be stained red with his clanmates' blood. Another scent: the Exiles. So, it was a murder victim, by the Exiles. And yet another scent: ThunderClan. He had been a ThunderClanner once, but he doubted if more than one cat in the entire clan knew or cared about him. So, it was a murder victim, by the Exiles, who came from ThunderClan.


    The fawn solid padded towards the border, seeing a golden-red tabby. Thick fur, fluffy tail. She would have been a beautiful sight, had she not been dead and covered in her own blood. Her death was simple - a bite to the neck, a couple other claw marks scattered. Nearing her, Voletail felt the blood thumping in his ears. One look at the face was all he needed.


    He fell to her side, tail wrapped around the corpse. Still warm - she had only died just recently. Everything about her reminded him of his deceased mate. And, oh, did he know who she was.


    Elmflower, his daughter, the mother of his grandkits. Dead.

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    Wardrums had been practicing his flight when he caught the scent of blood. The dragon circled lower and lower, finally catching sight of two bodies beneath him. One was still alive, seeing as it was moving, but that was all the dark creature could see from a distance.


    Curious and worried, Wardrums dove even closer, and landed as lightly as possible a few paces away. He was still clumsy, so it certainly wasn't quiet, but at least he didn't break anything. Now that he could see Voletail, he froze. Oh. Uncertain as to what to do, he ducked low and moved closer.


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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; letter-spacing: -.5px; width:400px; margin-top: -5px;]The tortoiseshell slowly approached the two figures, her eyes wide and jaw gaped open as she stared at the limp body in disbelief. They were so similar... Voletail and her. No... It couldn't be. Right? But taking a closer look, the leader simply couldn't deny it. She made her way over to the deputy's side, attempting to lay a comforting tail on Voletail's shoulder. "I... I'm so sorry," Willowstar managed to choke out, a frown clearly displayed on her maw. "Would you like to host her... Vigil tonight?" The she-cat asked in a quiet voice after a couple moments of hesitance.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; height: auto; text-align:justify;font-size:11px;]His tail lightened its grip as he heard someone. The dragon, whom he could not remember the name of. And then Willowstar, and then the ever-cheerful Octavia. Only for once, she wasn't as bouncy. Besides the fact that this surprised him, he was glad to know that everyone here had respect for the dead, whether they knew them or not.


    Voletail began to stand back up, the body of Elmflower laying at his paws. She felt colder now, as if he had been the only reason the corpse had retained any heat. The red tabby's eyes were closed, as if she were only sleeping. Oh, how he wished that was the case.


    Hearing the leader's words, he nodded solemnly. "I'd like that very much," he meowed, his voice slow and quiet. His daughter was dead, and none other than the Exiles were to blame. His kitten. One of his last connections with Turtle. At least Littlepaw was still around.


    "It was the Exiles," Voletail added. He expected that they could all tell without him saying, but that didn't concern him.


    "She was a good warrior..."

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    Ashpaw could hear voices. Pained murmurs and apologies. Worried and slightly panicked, the cameo apprentice ran closer, skidding to a halt behind Wardrums. She wove closer, eyes wide when she noticed the body. "Oh Voletail, I'm so sorry. They won't get away with this."


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    She was in the same situation. But the worst part was that she had never even managed to sit vigil with her daughters when they died. No. Instead, it was just visions that would allow her to see how her daughters had died, and that there was nothing left for her connections with them. The female didn't even know if her daughters lived a long and happy life and even had a family of their own. No. She didn't get to know that feeling, or how it was either. A frown spread across her jaws at the memories she had trying to raise them, and protect them, while at the same time failing terribly and there was nothing she could do to bring them back. She never knew that she would see another day when there were so many corpses on clan land. In fact, the last time she had seen corpses dropped on clan land was by Bloodclan, since they had been their worst enemies at the time. She could never forgive them for raping one of her daughters, and nearly killing the other one. Yes, her daughter ended up becoming a leader of a clan, but she only saw that when she had returned back, and then she was quickly thrown out by her own daughter. How was she expected to feel in the first place? Exactly, she felt absolutely terrible and there was nothing she could do. It was as if she was trapped in her own little world, and if she reached out and touched anything, she wouldn't be able to. Wintercloud made her way over toward the scene, and had arrived to not be able to hear any of the words in the conversation. As she arrived though, the depressed female noticed that Voletail was curled around the corpse. It was obvious that this meant that he knew her, and her heart clenched. Mate? Daughter? Granddaughter? She wasn't sure, and she sure as hell wasn't about to ask either. She made her way over, still limping slightly. She knew that saying sorry wouldn't make him feeling any better, so she simply didn't. The former deputy bowed her head though, her vibrant gold gaze shut tight. She didn't want to see the bodies anymore, she really didn't. "If you need anything..." The battle scarred female said in a whisper, but her voice trailed off. She wasn't sure how she would be able to comfort the male, and so she would let those that knew him take care of it. Her frail body shivered as a cold breeze whipped past her fur.


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