lost at sea : death

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    The young guard was growing restless within the walls of the Bloodhouse. Forsaken spawn of Sheogorath, the ivory titaness bounded forward without a second thought, traversing the land until she arrived near Riverclan territory.


    There, she linked gazes with a fawn maine coon rivaling her in massive size, aggressive the moment she neared their border. Bearthroat was his name, a temporary deputy of sorts. Mary would've loved to drag his limp body back to Bloodclan but she was matched in battle prowess, both heavily war-torn warriors locking into a death match within seconds of their encounter.


    And then, she slipped. Recklessly trying to gain the upper hand, Mary slipped upon the slick terrain near the river, crashing down upon ragged and sharp rocks. Bearthroat now took advantage of this, shifting his entire weight upon her sinking body which pushed her head forcefully to meet an angled stone; the deputy's weight was enough to snap her neck against it. At last, she would join her father in The Dark Forest. The Riverclan tom would then drag her lifeless corpse near Bloodclan, scentless due to the rapid waters that washed any smells away. Being temporary deputy, Bearthroat could not allow her death to stain his name, already being labeled a warmonger was enough.


    Her remains were beautifully intact, just as she would've liked it. Her two-toned gaze beginning to glaze over and yet her alabaster pelt remained ever-flowing upon the dirty city floor. Her reign among Bloodclan had come to a bitter end.


    / my muse for mary couldn't even muster a post worthy of her death, but here it is <3 i'll be sticking around bloodclan regardless, probably with a new character. my other character bearthroat killed her(sort of accidentally) but his scent washed off so her death is to be a mystery.

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    It was nightfall, when the wintery beast traveled along the edge of his concrete jungle. Nostrils flaring to draw in the scent of the surrounding area, glacial nocturnal daggers splitting the darkness with close precision. He had been making for the tree-den he had made for his children when they were kits. There he had a few trinkets and whatnots that meant something for him. Peace for the mayhem that he was. Slithering through the underbrush of the park, he edged the forest line and slowed to a stop. Eyes narrowed as an alabaster mass peeked out from the shadows. Rigid.


    "reveal yourself!" he grunted, peeling the rest of his lips back. nothing. Caledon sauntered toward the half-hidden fur before it took the shape of his guard, Mary. Quickly he placed his tattered bony pad to her neck, finding nothing but the embrace of the frost’s sting. "you served me well, Mary, daughter of sheogorath. guard of Bloodclan. Rest now. " he would dip his head mournfully. Anger blistering in his belly. There was nothing, no scent to dissect the culprit.


    // so sad to see mary go :( but I'm happy you are sticking around! <3


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    artemis had always liked mary. she was her half-sister, child of sheogorath, and she felt that that gave them a bond of sorts. of course, they were never close per-say, but artemis would grieve tonight. the body was limp, fur fanned out, eyes glazed. her neck was snapped. this hadn't happened by accident. as the black smoke molly gazed at her sister's body, she felt a sob well up. it was to much like sheogorath. the glazed eyes rolling up, the once-mighty body lifeless and still. there was no blood, but seeing her sister like this would haunt the assassin for the rest of her life. "oh mary." she murmured, horror still fresh in her golden eyes. there was no scent giving away the killer, but she knew that mary wouldn't have killed herself. it just wasn't like her. moving forward, she pressed her nose into the fallen warrior's pelt, smelling her scent for the last time before the thick smell of death would take over.

    how would spider cope with the death? her son... and how would the rest of bloodclan cope? would they demand justice? or would they grieve in silence like artemis would.

    "go swiftly to the dark forest, sister. father is waiting."

    caledon was here too, muttering words to his fallen guard. she felt her breath hitch, but contained the tears that threatened to spill. she would cry later in her own room. right now, she had to be strong.



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    ✧ —the scent of death outweighed the sharp icy chill in the air that stung her nostrils with every breath. death, of course was common in this world, especially among the clans, but padding closer to see what dense creature had parished, surprise flashed her face. it was rare to see the nymphet surprised, or any other emotion other than sinister-filled joyed, but seeing the alabaster form past her leader's own similar-colored pelt caught the quick-tongued feline in a long pause.


    mary. she lay there, no movement to ever come the the still body again. padding up to the fallen guard, isla dipped her head down and inspected without a word to her leader or artemis. nothing clung to her pelt to identify the murderer. what a shame. a revenge killing would've sure been an exciting task to watch and participate in.


    mourning wasn't something isla felt entirely comfortable with, but she managed to muster up a few words as she happened to enjoy mary's spunk before this unfortunate mishap. "her day's of fighting and bloodshed are far from over. the dark forest will keep her busy." her voice rang out with a stony expression to compliment. the respectful thing to do would be to dip her head to the deceased, and she did just that, briskly backing away to give the two other bloodclanner's some space with her.

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    Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.



    Oh no—


    Severa arrived on the scene, staring down at the stiff form of Mary and she turned away, her tail lashing out behind her. She forced herself to return her gaze to the body, at the life stolen from her pelt and she choked back the sob that formed in her throat. She had hoped it would be some time before she had to bury not just another clanmate, but another family member.


    Her first cousin was no more, and her eyes glazed over for a moment. Then, she straightened and swallowed thickly, moving to sit near Artemis. She didn’t know what to say, so she simply brushed her shoulder against the other she-cat.



    this couldnt be her. not now. not after he was just returning to being around. he couldnt.. he couldnt believe it. his chest felt tight, as an unusual choking feeling crawled up his throat, as the sadist's claws gripped the ground. "mary...." he muttered, his eyes stinging before he pushed a snarl on his face. "the dark forest. how disgusting. only stupid clan cats believe in that. shes dead and she ain't coming back. and who ever killed her will be joining her. " he snapped, feeling anger bubble at his paws.


    A commotion among her Clanmates had drawn the tortoiseshell deputy near. She came to a halt beside Caledon upon finding them gathered around a limp, white-furred body. Perhaps they were praising a kill, but when she got close enough to see the familiar form of Mary, her praises died in her throat, replaced by a choked sob. No, no... not Mary! She had been Ruth's first friend. Her savior in battle, an older sister of sorts. She had looked up to her, despite surpassing her in BloodClan's hierarchy. "No, she-... she can't be dead!" Ruth wailed as she nudged the body of the fallen guard with her nose. "Get up Mary! You're strong. You can defeat anyone in battle!" Seeing her battered and bloodied form made Ruth's stomach twist painfully.


    After a few moments of uselessly nudging Mary, Ruth stepped back, knowing her efforts were for naught. Mary was dead and had long since joined her father in the Dark Forest or wherever one's soul went when they died. The deputy had never been particularly religious. A frown tugged at her lips as she stepped back in place beside Caledon. Her grief was replaced by anger and she dug her claws into the ground, ears flattening against her skull. "I want whoever did this dead," she hissed. There was not a single trace of Mary's killer, not a scent, not a scrap of fur. However, Ruth knew her Clanmates could find them. She wanted to steal the life of the cat who had done this herself despite having never killed before. It would be easy, to feel the sweet blood of Mary's killer coat her fur as the life seeped from them. "Nobody kills a BloodClanner and gets away with it."

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    the speak of the dark forest was muffled to him, anger brewed beneath his wintery fur creating a deafening white noise. Causing his teeth to grit but he said nothing. His eyes shifting to Artemis and Isla absently, however Hibiscus’s snapped pulled him from the hum of mourn. His gaze hardening but washed over with understanding. To believe in what one wishes to think, undisputed was the comfort whether he would choose to accept it or not was for him to decide. "Slowly" he agreed, tacking on the intentions of an agonizing death for the culprit as he dug his weaponry into the snowy earth.

    Ruth appeared next and Caledon tipped his head away as she spoke to Mary’s corpse in denial with a soft sigh. Pushing his brows together, ‘I want whoever did this, dead’ he clicked his jaws together and dipped his skull silently. Paying her one last farewell before lifting himself to full height. "Riverclan was behind the death of my son and daughter. I can only assume it was one of those maggots, but you never know. I’ll leave the search to you, Ruth. I pray to the dark spirits that you find the truth and drag them into a hell in which they deserve. " he lowered his gaze before lifting it to the clouded sky. "The earth is too frozen to bury. Isla, will you go gather some blankets?" he requested of the dilute tortishell slowly.


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