I HOPE YOU FIND YOUR DREAM [duckpaw's death, o/leaving]

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    call me
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    Blood dripped in rivulets into his eyes, trickling into his mouth. Water lapped at his hind legs and dragged at his medium cream fur. There was no one who could tell if this was a murder or his own doing, but there was one clear fact. He was carried here by a current, but he could have also been dragged. The water disguised any scent, and Duckpaw was dead, unable to voice who the murder was. It was terrible omen to leave behind, a murder victim or an accident? His left hindleg was surely twisted, pulled at an odd angle and obviously broken. And so was his dead heart, for the cruelest thing out of his death was...


    He loved his Clan, and he hadn't even said goodbye.


    Yes lovelies! This prince is leaving. I've got no muse for him, and instead recreated him a bit into my newest character Andromeda. Perhaps I'll come back, but until then I'm very sorry. RiverClan is been kind and I've met plenty of lovely people! <33
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    duckpaw !
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    The dark ginger she-cat had been wandering the territory, free to pick through her thoughts, as dark as they might be. Russetheart had always tried to keep a cheery disposition around her clanmates, and she would never admit how she was really feeling to anyone.


    Rushpatch wasn't around nearly enough. BloodClan was being a menace to the clans of the forest, and she feared the thought that she may have to go into battle against them one day. She feared the thought that.. maybe..


    Maybe the forest clans were just as susceptible to corruption as BloodClan.


    However, the last thing the she-cat needed to see today was this, the death of an apprentice. The death of a cat who had so much more ahead of them. The warrior froze, fur bristling and tears in her eyes.


    She couldn't hold it in anymore, falling to the cold ground below her and sobbing into her dark ginger pelt.

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    The feline had been out on a hunt that morning, gaze held low against the river, ice gnawing at bits and pieces of the bank before breaking off. The river. It was their main food source and many bits had been covered in a thick sheet of ice, unable for many cats to break through. However, Cougartail managed to stumble upon a big portion of the currents that were exposed to the world.


    A soft smile lifted gently upon her maw before it had vanished as quickly as it had come. The scent of death swirled upon the air in currents like smoke. It was a scent the feline found rather horrifying, it was fear and blood, it was in it's purest form: death.


    The she-cat's heart quickened a beat as she pushed off her haunches. Heavyset paws flying over the icy tundra as graceful as a fox as she prowled over the ridge the jutted out from the soil. The soft sobs of Russetheart caught delicately upon her ears as it sailed upon the breeze.


    "Duckpaw!" the words were uttered from her maw as she came to a halt near her dearest friend, Russetheart. Emerald spectacles glittering with a sense of devastation as she gazed down upon the young feline. It was obvious he was dead, however, she pressed her ear against his chest. No heart beat, nor breath that bloomed from his throat. Inhaling, the Deputy reached down, teeth grabbing upon his frozen scruff to drag him out of the water and upon the bank before gingerly lowering his bloodied cranium upon the ground once more.


    The feline found it hard to rivet shock within her system, pain and sadness was difficult to feel, it was an odd sensation. It was as if her every emotion was lowered, everything was much more dull than it was when she was a kit.


    Blinking, her luminaries traced over his mangled body for a moment in investigation. There was no scent left behind nor markings to distinguish the killer. Frustration bit gently at Cougar's tongue, as there was no way to register what had happened.
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    Her shaggy coat was no match for winter's grim grip. The knots stayed and she couldn't be bothered. She hadn't been far when the calls of their newest deputy spread through the area. Her shout of surprise as well as the subject had pulled at Aspenpaw's legs like a puppeteer. Aspen didn't run, her gait was slow. She wasn't sure if she was ready to see what was at the riverside.


    She would stop before she came too close. There was enough space in between her and the body for her to know. The scent of blood made her cough and hack in disgust. Aspen squeaked out a few words before it was all cut off. "D-duckpaw. Wh-why?" She let the tears fall, he couldn't have done this. IT wasn't real. All a lie, all fake. He was okay, he had to be.


    Aspen was aware of her legs trembling and folding into themselves as the world was smeared into colors and shapes and she hit the sandy ground with a thud, deafening to her. Love was a funny thing, sometimes it didn't become clear until it was all lost.


    //character development, don't mind if i do
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