FORGIVE MY PAST MISTAKES | open, death

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    He never expected to die to old age- in all honesty, when he had first pictured dying, he had dramatized it and pictured his own ally killing him. He wasn't like he used to be, and now, he knew he was slowing down. His joints stiff, his hearing weak for the first time in forever, and his eyes heavy. He hadn't shut them in so long- they were scarred open, scarred forever painfully so that he have to show the world how he simply couldn't see.


    Now, it wasn't his fault he suffered through his past. His name reminded him that it was faded, and shouldn't represent who or what he was, but he knew otherwise. He was sunning on his favorite rock, just outside the camp in a beautiful morning. Normally he would hate himself for how lazy he had grown, but nowadays, he couldn't do much about it. Today, he felt extra lazy- slower, stiff, more tired. As such, he had figured he would spend today napping instead of pondering the meaning of life.


    He has simply died in his sleep, but something quite strange had happened anytime before his body was found. Someone- most likely Glass, had shut his eyes. He looked to be peacefully sleeping, but took no breaths and his normally unblinking gaze shut, the Xs over his eyes barely visible. He had been forgiven, but by whom? Little did he know, his spirit had ejected itself, and had quickly found a new host who would arrive soon enough. Now, it was time for dreams.


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    Hakunakit snuck a peak into the clearing where the tom usually sunned with the hopefulness that a story would be able to be told. "Fadedhistory? Can you tell me a storyyyy?" he chirped up quietly, hoping he wasn't waking the tom from his slumber. The tom kit did not even see a mere twitch of the radar or the whiskers upon his maw. "Fadedhistoryyy! Wake up!" he gently poked the elderly tom with the tip of his paw ever-so-gently, bright orange luminaries widening as a realization came over him. "A-are you okay?" Hakuna was beginning to choke up as he spat out that question, ears beginning to flatten upon his skull. He had not known the tom very well since Hakuna was only 5 moons old, but . . . this was his first encounter with losing a clanmate.
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    She felt guilty.
    She had promised to be there and that promise flew our the window. Staring down at the old man, she bowed her head, aiming to bring hakuna into a hug. hey, how about I tell you a story later. How does that sound? she said gently, forcing the most pitiful smile ever.
    [color=transparent]#lenithfan
    #dannychanchara

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    "Don't be frightened," she reassured her brother softly, before looking back to the elder's corpse. Fadedhistory had been a member of BlizzardClan since Sweetpaw had first joined, when she was still just a child. It was odd to see that he was dead now.


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    hakuna took the hug without a second though, almost numb at the reassurance that the elder was, indeed, now deceased. thoughts and questions raced through his mind at the rate of a speeding monster on the interstate. where did he go? was he ever coming back? the kit remembered that the elder had announced that he believed he was going to go soon, but hakuna had not given it a second thought. He had assumed it was to go on a patrol, or just a walk, something . . . bleh, he should have listened. at the mention of a story by lenith, he allowed the hint of a forced smile to touch his maw. "really? thank you lenith!" he then turned to his sister that now approached, mixing her statement around in his cranium. hakuna was not particularly frightened . . . he was just confused, sad, curious, and devastated.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 375px;][justify][font=andale mono]Riddler had known this was coming, but Faded had been a friend of his. He had looked up to him, respected him for his fascinating history and knowledge. Now he was gone, and understandably the young feline felt rather upset. Still, he wouldn't be expressing much emotion here at the scene - no, he would go off on his own later and grieve by himself.


    Expression unreadable as he stood there, he meowed, after a moment, "We should bury him." Riddler, despite acting rather mature - in some ways -, didn't feel very adult-like at the moment, and he was hoping someone else would step in and volunteer to help him or tell him he wouldn't have to have any part in it - he really just wanted to slip away and be alone for a while.

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    [font=times new roman][sup][color=white]Track. D:


    #chamamileteamoe

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 420px; color: #8596A3; font-size: 13px; text-align: justify;][font=georgia][size=8]indent"Faded." came the soft and broken voice of Shootingblanks. "No." he choked. The male blinked tearful eyes, staring at the Elder. He knew Fadedhistory was old, and his time to pass was soon. But he never expected it to be this close. The warrior felt defeat as he never got to carry out his promise to the tom cat. He spun on his heal and left the scene.

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    Enigmatickit Dubois-Väinämöinen
    "Our hearts are crowned with the sorrow of a decade of decay"
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    Matty approached the gathering of rather sad looking cats. After seeing Faded's body, he understood why the atmosphere was so heavy. The little kit blinked a few times before turning to Riddler, "I can help, if you'd like." This was pretty sad, no, very sad. Fadedhistory was a good guy. But everything died eventually. That was just a part of life. Birth, and death.
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    [ic.]Unlike her Clanmates however, she felt no remorse, or sadness for the passing of the elder, as heartless as it sounded. But Clockwork simply did not care, as she hadn't known the feline as nothing more than an acquaintance. He had been old, and with that, the medic had foreseen his passing. She knew his name, but not his story.


    So she would not weep. She would not mourn. But even she, the one who's social skills were slowly disintegrating, knew better than to point that out. "Me and Lily-chan will prepare the body for burial." She uttered quietly, her curiosity drawing her in with the scent of death.

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    "I can help if you would like the assistance." May added in quietly as she had come across the scene before her. Death always seemed to change her cheerful personality into one of sadness. It was something that she often did fear for herself, but having the power to be able to change possessions it really did not matter now, did it? Someday the she-cat did want to die, but not as of yet. "May he rest in peace, and let all those that knew him well remember all the good times they have had with him." she murmured a few words for all those to hear, feeling it necessary to say something.
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    #blizzardclanmay

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 123px; overflow: auto; width: 325px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -10px;]Oh no... So it was finally that time. Tofu had come to know Faded as a friend and clanmate, and though he didn't know the elder too well, he still found himself feeling very disturbed by the tom's passing. The old man had even called it not long ago. "I'm glad... that he left peacefully. He seemed very relaxed," he murmured as he padded over. "If you'd allow it, I'd like to help with the burial."




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    [align=center][sub]TEMPLATE © WINNIE
    [color=#ADD8E6] # tofubby

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 315px; height: inherent; padding: 4px 5px 10px 5px; text-align: left; font: 8.6pt/12px book antiqua]❤ ─ Sourburst's ears flattened and she looked sadly at the situation. Shaking her head sadly, she backed carefully away from the situation. She didn't cope well with death, it was a horrifying thing, seeing someone cold and lifeless. They'd no longer know the touch of a lover's body against theirs. She'd not known the elder personally, so she didn't want to say something, or sound like she knew him. Gently, she flicked on invisibility so as not to disturb this moment while still being there to witness it.


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