OUTSIDE IT STARTS TO POOR — open, body + vigil

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The gorge had always been such a dark place. Elders had told horror stories of the dark crevice in the earth, like how trapped cats would howl for help and that one who willingly dove in would never see starclan's meadows. Aspen shivered. It creeped her out. The apprentice had known Quietstar was gone, his mental health was so fragile after the return. With the change in weather perhaps it had driven him closer to despair. They would never know.

With a furrowed brow and an expression that balanced between sadness and confusion as she plowed through her thoughts, the ashen feline approached. She had hidden some red flowers in her nest from her time away from Riverclan and they had dried into a deep burgundy during the colder months. Aspenpaw had hidden them after her wretched dream about Redwater, even the sight of the color had brought the images back. However today she had gone back to the place where they lay undisturbed and brought them out.

In slow fashion she placed them gently on the light pelt of her fallen leader. Aspenpaw took to pawsteps back and crouched, head bent to the sand under her toes. "May he rest with the stars, in peace." Her tail curled over her paws.
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tracking ;.;

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[justify][sub][size=8]The feline's sharp ice eyed gaze snaked towards the scene with sudden shock. A mask of horror lined her angled features before it had vanished as it began to soak in... [i]Soak in. It was unexpected and all too soon, how did this happen, how did the clan not see this? Quietstar had hidden such emotion behind the walls of his den until it spilled over. The horror and the pain her clanmates felt had managed to web it's way into Cougartail's own being, as she sympathized for her friends, her family.

Grief stricken, the Warrior rose to her paws, muscles flexing under her battle torn pelt as she approached in caution. The Riverclan Warrior felt as if she was out of place here in this vigil, the feline never uttered a word to Quietstar before; nor had she ever laid eyes upon the masculine. So why was she here? Why did she feel the pain she felt? The pain, it wasn't her own. It was her clanmate's. However, the confusion was all too real, it fogged her mind and clouded her eyes, unable to understand clearly what had happened. Their leader. Gone in merely the blink of an eye or the draw of a breath. It was empathy and sorrow she felt for those around her. An odd sensation for the she-cat, really. Swallowing, the feline came to stand near Aspenpaw, tail lowered as her gentle glare traveled over the body sprawled out before her.

However, the huntress had come to terms that he was at ease, Quietstar's mind must have been bogged down with the weight of unbearable pain. [b]"He's resting peacefully in Starclan now," she uttered softly, words dancing from her tongue in a breath.

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Hamilton.
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[font=andale mono][color=black] the new warrior approached silently, warily. it was not the first time the tom had seen a dead body - far from it, no, but it was the first time he had watched another (other than himself) mourn the loss of a life. this had been the leader of riverclan, from what his ears could pick up, and he felt a pang in his chest as he stepped to join the small forming crowd.

somehow, despite the pale eye'd feline having the mouth to talk for all of starclan, hamilton remained silent. it was not his place to speak, but showed his remorse only through the lowering of his ears and the way he no longer held his head high.
hamilton was not quite accepted as a warrior of the clan yet, at least not in his eyes. he had been accepted, yes, but the tabby was yet to connect with anyone, being it only his first day.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; color=white; font-family: trebuchet ms; width: 350px;][justify]alice frowned as her soft grey eyes landed on the dead tom's body. there was red, a lot of red, but it was all dried up. he'd been gone a while. after a moment, she ducked into her den, pulled a few herbs from the corner, and hurried back out.

"here," she mewed when she arrived next to palemoon. she dropped the herbs and picked out a few bright green leaves, then began rubbing them against the former leader's pelt. "it's mint. it'll make him smell all nice and sweet so everything isn't so awfully sad."
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alice's heart chart 2.0

[fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 410px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 180%;][justify] * Smokebreath stalked through the snow, his body heavy. The sight of Quietstar's mangled body sent him back out. No thanks. He turned away, looking into the void. No. Why did she bring him here. He'd almost completely blocked out that whole event by now and the sight of him just..
He didn't want to believe he was dead. He was going to be a great leader.

Smoke turned back to the body, walking forward again. He wanted to stop but.. he couldn't not now.
He sat next to Cougartail, taking in every detail of the corpse. Was it even the same cat he'd seen helping clanmates around camp? Selfless and caring?
His mind flashed back to Quietlark. Before anyone here. Before Palemoon, before Cougartail, before Alice. He was calm, almost deaf, and was only ever interested in peace and harmony between his friends. He remembered the soft warnings of Quietlark when an apprentice nearly drowned. While Smoke scoffed, annoyed, Quiet was forgiving. He wanted only to help, and he did. He defended the apprentice when everyone else was angered. He was so wise..

Smoke inhaled a jagged breath, exhaling a puff. His head hung and he reflected over his leader's life. The good and the bad times.