TRIED TO REACH YOU//o, brindlepaw's funeral

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    Thanks for the memories

    Even though they weren't so great — tags

    Lilypetal still felt sick. Watching her apprentice fall from the gorge, watching her die, watching her get washed downstream, had completely broken her. She had headed to RiverClan's border to collect Brindlepaw's body, and then had brought the young cat back to the camp, sharing the terrible news with her Clanmates.


    In her head, all she kept thinking, over and over again, was that she had failed. That was her apprentice, a young life her paws had been trusted with, and she had screwed everything up. What was the point in Lilypetal trying to be good to cats, what was the point in her trying to look after them, when she failed so miserably?


    Brindlepaw's death had been her fault, and the child's blood was on her paws.


    Lilypetal had expected Brightstar to acknowledge Brindlepaw's death much more than she actually had. It seemed that Brindlepaw was just meant to be forgotten, but Lilypetal wasn't about to let that happen. The cream point had failed at literally everything else, but she wasn't going to fail at keeping her apprentice's memory alive.


    "WindClan!" she yowled out loudly, heading to the centre of camp. "Let us gather and give Brindlepaw our best wishes on her journey to StarClan." She couldn't help but feel as though this was Brightstar's responsibility, but Brightstar was doing a pretty horrific job at leading her Clan at the moment, and her lack of a reaction to Brindlepaw's death, the way she hadn't bothered to hold a funeral, had only made Lilypetal's opinion of her sister worse. She still loved her, but that didn't mean that she wasn't absolutely furious at her right now.

    "Listen to me..."

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    The words of the cream point rang out through the camp, Amaranthusleap hadn't been there but the mention of Brindlepaw's death travelled fast. A life taken much too soon, there were some things that the dark molly couldn't understand about Starclan, why take the life of someone so young? "Lilypetal, I am so sorry for you loss." The dark striped molly would dip her head respectfully to her clanmate, true sympathies clear upon her words and her features. Velvety black ears will slick back against her head as she raised her head towards the sky, "She was a lively apprentice and I know she'll reek havoc upon Starclan." She'd attempt a light joke as her pale greens returned upon the grieving warrior. "The love between mentor and apprentice is inseparable, and she truly did love you. She looked up to you, Starclan just took her too soon." Her words would fall quieter upon the mention of Starclan. It wasn't her place to judge the will of their ancestors, "She'll know no pain now." 


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    Wolfrunner hadn't known brindlepaw well, but she knew as her lilypetal's apprentice her sister would feel the pain of the young cat's loss more than she could imagine. The lilac feline strode over to lillypetal's side, trying to press herself against her sister's side to provide some comfort if she would allow. "she would have made a fine warrior, I know you would have seen to that." She mewed, wanting to offer support with her words, but she could barely keep a tremble from her voice.



    Thanks for the memories

    Even though they weren't so great — tags

    Amaranthusleap was the first to arrive, and Lilypetal had to admit, the words which came from the she cat were comforting. The tiniest smile appeared upon the cream point's face, her pretty blue eyes resting upon the dark striped molly. "Thank you..." she forced the words out, though she genuinely was grateful - Amara had made her feel at least a little bit better. At Amara's joke, the slender she cat let out a small laugh. "Yeah, I bet she's having fun up there." She could only hope that there were no gorges for Brindlepaw to fall off of in StarClan.


    She's with her brother now. Lilypetal remembered Brindlepaw telling her in one training session that her brother was dead, and she had always felt quite touched that her apprentice had been comfortable enough to tell her something such as that. Lilypetal supposed that she just had to believe that Brindlepaw was happy, and that the rest of StarClan were treating her well. Why did they take her so soon? That doesn't even make sense.


    The cream point slightly pressed herself against Amaranthusleap, though she was not even aware of her doing such a thing. She just didn't want to be alone right now.


    Wolfrunner was the next to appear. Lilypetal was happy to see her sister - her good, kind sister, much unlike Brightstar. The lilac she cat's words weren't as comforting as Amara's, but she still appreciated them. At least Wolfrunner had actually bothered to show up. At least Wolfrunner cared. She relaxed a little as her sister leaned against her, murmuring in response to her, "But I never will." Her mew cracked as she spoke. She had been so excited to mentor Brindlepaw, so excited to see her grow into a great warrior, but now she would never get to see that. Were apprentices mentored in StarClan? Did they ever get a chance to grow up? Or would Brindlepaw have to stay as an apprentice forever? She was sure that Brindlepaw would have wanted to become a warrior, but it seemed that would never happen now.


    StarClan was meant to be a happy afterlife, and yet, with all of the dark thoughts plaguing Lilypetal's mind, it sounded like more of a tragic place than anything else.


    "Listen to me..."

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    Was it wrong that Coldpaw was somewhat glad she hadn't been there when Brindlepaw had joined the stars? For once- she had been out and about, not within the camp. She should feel guilty about fetching herbs and exploring instead of trying to save Lilypetal's apprentice- but she didn't. She knew she wasn't a good enough medicine cat apprentice to help even if she had tried. And she couldn't imagine the baggage she would have to carry if she witnessed another death. Duckstar had been enough for a lifetime- and she didn't want Brindlepaw to become a tragic memory to her. She would rather remember them how they were- not dead.


    The pure white feline would approach and offer to nuzzle her friend, Lilypetal, on her chin as she made her appearance. A comforting gesture, if you will. Coldpaw didn't know how to act- or how to feel. This was a sad moment- and Coldpaw wasn't very good at being sad. Lilypetal couldn't be happy even if she tried right now. Coldpaw knew that. So there was no need to try and make the female smile again. After all, this was a funeral. "I'm sorry, Lilypetal." she said simply as she would pad off to sit by herself.