i've been dreaming about it - open, death

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    // I feel really bad on doing this guys - but my muse for this character is utterly shot and I can no longer keep up in trad. So Balsameye will be stepping down via passing away. Thank you for all of your kindness and for the fun times!


    There wasn't much to say other than this was the end for the southern tabby. Laid out quietly in the grasses beneath a large oak. Fur being pushed back and forth by calm winds and body as stiff as stone. Throat split with blood spotted in depressing droplets across the grasses. Once lively nettle-green eyes were as dull as seafoam. His paws laid splayed and shoulders covered in scratches. By the scent of it a rogue had caught the medic by surprise and murdered him in an easy battle. Balsameye hadn't been much of a fighter and the herbs he'd had in a bundle were gone with the perpetrator. The medicine cats body did not lay pretty either due to staying out over night and only just being discover-able by morning. No one would ever know what the struggle was truly over but all that was left were many questions and no answers. Just a cold corpse and a young life taken much too soon.


    Balsameye hadn't returned. It was unusual for them to be taking so long. In the short time he had known the other medicine cat, they were a pretty decent team. They trained together under the guidance of Riverclan medicine cats. However, he just assumed his partner was taking their time for once. It did not occur to him to be worried for their partner. What a fool he had been. In the early morning he set out to find them. The medicine cat den held no trace of then, indicating that they had returned at some point. Finding Balsameye's scent was not difficult, but what alarmed him was the scent of blood. Along with another scent he'd recognized far too well. No, it can't be. It can't. However, just as he suspected he was right.


    His one and only partner was there, a horrendous sight. He couldn't find the voice to scream in agony, emptiness took his eyes. Balsameye. His one and only partner... Dead. No longer among the living. We were both chosen to save lives, but... I failed you. I couldn't save you. I thought everything was alright, that you'd just come back in the morning. Worried about you... I should have been worried and looked for you sooner. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. Balsameye... I'll miss you, partner.Perhaps, it was strange for him to place his paw on their cold face. Gently stroking his paw against stained fur. This wasn't a pretty sight for the kits, but he wouldn't leave Balsameye here to be forgotten.


    Dragging the body to the middle of camp was difficult, but it was clear that it had effected him. His eyes were overcast, and he seemed to be somewhere else. Some place where no one could reach. Slowly he turned to view the medicine cat den. Eyes practically burning holes into it. If I die... Who will save me? No, I shouldn't think of those things. I have to live and pass on our knowledge to future generations. Even if it's just me. No, that's wrong too. It won't be just me, it'll be you too. I'll live on for me and you. I'll take your eyes and use them to lead the future.


    With a heavy heart, he returned his gaze at the body of Balsameye. "Balsameye is dead. He was attacked by a rouge. When I found him he was long dead. If anyone would like to send your kindest regards do it today. By tomorrow we'll be seeing him off."


    // That's alright Tasmagoric! It was nice to roleplay with you and I wish you the best in your endeavors.

    i'll take the blame for this tragedy —— tags.

    ✯ Thank You, Next

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    Moonstar had been chatting with an NPC patrol when Garin was spotted dragging Balsameyes' body back to camp. She would hear the gasps before she heard Garins voice. The silver tabby would turn her head sharply as her medicine cat spoke and something inside her chest tightened painfully. She would turn away from the cats she had been speaking with and stopped just short of reaching Balsameyes' body, her normally warm gaze now clouded with grief and guilt. "Oh Balsameye...." She had such high hopes for the tom, so much promise and a light for the future of Thunderclan, but now he was gone. Her gaze would flicker over to Garin, her heart reaching out to him in his obvious grief. She would lightly press against him as she meowed softly, "I'm so sorry Garin..I know you two had become close..."





    ✦ ✧ ✦ //im gonna miss you here in trad! it was so much fun having you around <33


    Balsameye. The tom hadn't been medicine cat for long and Sheepskin hadn't gotten to know him as much as he wanted to. The deputy thought that they would have more time to interact, but it seemed that Starclan had different plans for the medicine cat.


    Sheepskin had been chewing through a mouse as the figure of Garin dragging something into camp caught his attention, blue eyes narrowing to get a better look at what-- oh no. Garin was hauling the deceased form of the other medicine cat into the middle of camp. His heart dropped into his stomach, blood running cold as he struggled to his feet, quickly making his way over to Moonstar's side. Curly fur bristling at the sight, the deputy let his head drop and his eyes squeeze shut.


    "I'm sorry f-for your loss, Garin...Rest easy, Balsameye, may Starclan guide you to where y-you need to be..." Sheepskin's voice was strained as he returned his gaze onto the figure of the dead medicine cat. He couldn't look for long, it was...hard to look at, hard to bear witness to. Death was never easy, but losing somebody that the whole clan relied on...it stung.




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    [ cloudpaw ] [ massive black smoke norwegian forest cat mix with bright leaf green eyes ] [ 6 moons ] [ female ] [ trad. thunderclan mca ] [ talking in #97cccc ] [ gen. 1 ] [ npc x npc ] [ penned by crepuscular ] [ theme song ]


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    -- this cloud burst is pulling us under
    lightning and thunder
    rain falls and you take me under
    and flood my soul

    "G-Garin, there isn't anything we can do to save him?" The stormy molly would whimper, her green eyes desperately scanning the medicine cat for any sign of hope. Her mind didn't seem to register that he was long gone, she spoke as if he were somehow still clinging onto life with his claws, not somewhere among Silverpelt.

    Her gentle steps brought her alongside her fellow medicine cat apprentice, picking up words from the murmuring cats before she saw the body. Needless to say, Sunflowerpaw was shocked at seeing the marred body that lay before them. "I—" She expected herself to be able to speak, but it felt like her words were clogged up in the back of her throat. Her breathing became uneven and in a blink, tears flowed from her eyes. Sunflowerpaw was crying for the loss of a Clanmate, a friend, and a mentor. Like Cloudpaw, she wished there was something that could be done, but internally, she knew it was impossible. He only had one life, but he lived it the best he could. Rest in peace, Balsameye.

    — "speaking in #ffd300" —

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