all my sleeves are stained red [open, death]

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    The seen was horrendous to say the least, and definitely not for the faint of heart. Blood had pooled over night, seeping into the marshy ground of the clearing in which softlights body lay, her eyes wide in horror. The scent of badger hung heavy in the air, though it was clear the beast had moved on by now. Her throat had been ripped out, and it was clear the small warrior had never stood a chance. The deputy had lived a long enough life, long enough to watch four leaders come to power, and even to become deputy and to raise children. But it seemed it was now time for the femme to join her friends in starclan, and she had no regrets. She would watch over the clan from above.


    //hey guys, im so sorry to do this, but my lack of muse in combination with my lack of time to keep up with softlights duties due to school and home have led me to this. i originally planned to just have her step down, but since i no longer have the muse for her in general i decided to do both at once. I will be bringing a new character here sometime this weekend so i wont be entirely gone, but i can not put forward the time or effort needed for softlight anymore, and there wasn't much more i could do to develop her character. so sorry guys.

    [center][fancypost=width:500px;text-align:justify;]// sorry to see you dropping softlight kitty :^( i really liked her


    he was the first to happen upon the scene. it seemed the fad of their clanmates passing was keeping itself strong. this time though . . . they'd taken more than a life. shadowclan's would-be leader had been fell by a badger and the passing couldn't have been anything but excruciating. the sand cat lay there prone, all life seeming to have slipped into the marsh around her. the blood was crusted and dry in some yet moist in others, telling him that'd she had been gone a while. "oh, softlight," twoface murmured for no one but the empty bog around him to hear. "starclan guide you."
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    The stale scent blood was in the air. He was out pondering, the hell in Shadowclan was never ending. This couldn't get worse, he muttered. He spotted from a distance , the disfigured tom leaning over something. Quickening his pace, the blood scent thickened. Catching a glimpse of cream colored fur, it all soaked in. He was hardly surprised anymore but he looked away hissing. "Starclan has abandoned us" he whispered. "First snakestar....now this?" he regretted his harsh thoughts against the deputy but you cannot reconcile with the dead.


    // :/ damn...


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    CICATRIXFACE'S STATS|2/27/17

    [center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border: 0px solid white; width: 455px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 122%; margin-top: -2px;]The smell of blood lifted through the air and the male was not hesitant to go and check out the scene. Though a nagging thought told him that he wasn't going to enjoy what he saw. The murmured words from Cicatrixface made him pause and he looked at the other warrior before he looked away. "Don't say that.." His were not harsh or spiteful just a neutral tone as he looked at Softlight's body. Her throat ripped away from her and he sighed deeply. This was a test, it had to be a test and he closed his eyes before he turned his head away.

    [center][fancypost=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]( you shouldn't force yourself to become leader with no muse! that'll only cause problems in the long run. stick with your decision, it's better for you oocly :) )

    information — updated 2/15

    //if you're sure you have it covered then ill be leaving this up, and will be bringing my new Character Puddlekit here probably by tonight. I just dont have anything else i can do with softy without destroying her character or blank slating her. Besides, while i love shadowclan kits are easier for me right now since they require less posts and their personalities can be easily changed.

    Yeah, Sparrowkit wasn't supposed to be out of camp. But she was looking for Softlight. Her mother was all she had left, no one else. And she hadn't seen her for ages. A sense of dread flooded over her at the harsh smell of blood. No... no, it couldn't be. This couldn't be happening. She raced towards the smell, her heartbeat quickening.


    And sure enough, there lay her mother, lying in a pool of her own blood.


    A scream escaped her tiny mouth. She raced to Softlight, cuddling up against her mothers bloodied corpse. "Stupid StarClan!" she spat shakily. "First you take away my brothers and sisters, now this! My mother! If you're real, you would care about my family! But you don't! I don't believe in StarClan anymore!" Her eyes blazed like cold green fire, and feelings of hatred spread throughout her body, causing her to violently shake before collapsing. Sparrowkit was hyperventilating. It was too much for her small mind to handle. The scene before her was nothing like she had ever pictured her mothers death to be.

    [center][fancypost=background: transparent; width: 50%][align=justify][size=8]The sunlight had pooled into the apprentice den, causing Irispaw to stir in her nest as her dream about hunting frogs was interrupted by a flood of light. After stretching her back and legs in a crouch, the black she-cat padded out of the den, her maw parted in a yawn that morphed into a cry of terror. It was her second time, after Servalteeth, seeing such a gut-wrenching death.