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"Oh no. Somebody! Help!" Padmè called out as she stumbled upon the girl's body. She would check for a pulse, before sobbing. It reminded her of Dorme's death, when she was killed.
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[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 350px; line-height: .9; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify]blue approached quickly, teleporting to his lifeless clanmate's side and staring down at the fallen feline. it was obvious enough by the way her body had fallen that there was no chance for survival, and therefore, he remained a bit away, tears rimming his brilliant blue gaze. he choked back a sob, bowing his head and releasing a shaky breath. * MAY SHE R-REST IN PEACE. he whispered - that was what people said to the deceased, right? his fluffy tail wrapped tightly around his paws, casting his gaze away, unable to look any longer than he absolutely needed to.
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Frisk didn't like dead things. She had seen a lot of dead things before, enough to know that she didn't like them, and the smell of death - the sickening smell that came after someone died - made her want to throw up. Despite all of this, the feline couldn't help but rush over, taking no time in teleporting down the stairs rather than running her way down them, ears pinned back as she came to stop by Blue, tears stinging at her own eyes. She hadn't known Pas well, if at all, but she was still a clanmate, and she had died, and it was sad.
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Padmè would close Pastelpaw's eyes, and turn away from the feline. She would go and press against Blueberry, trying to comfort him.
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rho padded over, a dull look on her face. she knew pas a little bit, but not very well. "we n-need to b-b-bury h-her." she murmured quietly, wondering if she could manipulate the scent to lavender so her corpse wouldn't begin to smell of rot, but she didn't. "m-may she r-r-rest i-in peace." she added on, twitching her tailtip. this was unfortunate.
[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]Helix was afraid he never got to know Pastelpaw, which made him feel bad upon seeing her limp body. That was almost always that first thought that went through his mind when he heard of the death of a clanmate. And, of course, it was all his fault for not branching out like he used to anymore. A frown tugging down at the corner of his lips, he trotted over as his gaze dropped to look at Pas. "R-Rest in pea-peace," he muttered quietly, repeating what everyone else said. He wished he could feel more sad than he did, but he was too numb to even get close to it.
[fancypost bgcolor=#; border: 0px; width: 400px; line-height: 150%; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;]What... Pastelpaw...? Even though they hadn't been super close it was still hard to see her like that. Death was an inevitable part of life but it didn't seem to ever get easier. It was naive to wish for everyone to have long fulfilling lives and pass away peacefully in their sleep. As she approached the rest of her Clanmates Rhododendronpaw's suggestion of burying the child caught her attention first. "Yeah... she deserves a proper burial." Well, everyone did really but she was sure they'd all understand what she meant. The ivory feline moved off to a clear path of land and began removing large chunks of earth with her magic. It wouldn't be the most glamour grave but that wasn't the point, right? As long as she had a final resting place it didn't matter what it looked like.[/fancypost]
[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;color:#B6D8C0;font-size:20pt;letter-spacing:-2px][font=georgia]A TINCTURE OF MEMORIES[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 330px; color:#ECDBBC;font-size:8pt;margin-top:-9px;letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 98%;][font=arial][justify]"Pas..?" Tama would echo, upon hearing everyone else mentioning the other's name. She'd make her way over, cobalt oculars flicking over each individual, before finally landing on the limp-vessel. The servaline's lips parted, though not to speak, simply in a sense of shock - and shortly proceeding that, sorrow overtook her expression, and she bit into her bottom lip, tucking her chin closer to her chest. Pas had fallen from the steps.. She hadn't.. It.. It had all been nothing more than a simple accident. Just like Retrograde.. Just like..
"Rest in peace, Pas.. You will not be forgotten." Tama would finally bring herself to say, breaking the silence she had withstood, as her voice began to wobble, and tears began to form in her ashen-eyes.