Weaseltongue's dying(Private)

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    Weaseltongue stared into one of the small lakes. What a sight he was, many wounds bleeding. He felt woozy and weak. He wanted to get back to camp but knew the effort would only make him die sooner.

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    ooc- no mates then??


    Foxfoot rushed over, coming off of hunting. "NO WEASELTOUNGE!" she yowled with pain in her eyes, a new feeling sparking inside her. "Why? Starclan, why?" she howled, dragging Weaseltounge. "You shall not be forgotten! You will live!" she pleaded.

    OOC: Well, I guess they could be mates in the last moments of his life I supppose
    "No, I don't think I shall, it's regrettable." Weaseltongue said with a sigh.

    "Please,please!" she pleaded, trying hard to drag him back to camp. It was a loong way away. "Why do you deserve this fate? You can live! c'mon, your doing fine now!" she yowled painfully again.

    "That wretch Starnight sent me to Riverclan camp." Weaseltongue growled.
    OOC: I'm not even to say what I was thinking

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    ooc- darn.. I really wanted shadowclan kits >.< back to mate hunting. Ehy deres Polastars, how bout dem toms, *laughs all redneck* ye gotta a tommy cat for good ole Foxfoot so she can have kits?



    IC- Foxfoot cursed outloud, "That mouse-brain! She couldn't have done this! I want you to live Weaseltounge, please! For Shadowclan, for the good hearted warriors..." she took away her gaze as she dragged him gently, then looked back. "For me.." she muttered, tears coming out of her amber eyes, "I really liked you, I have never met a cat more attractive than you..." she purred, "But your a fighter, you can stay alive!" she pressed on.

    "I fear it was not meant to be." Weaseltongue said with a sigh. He gasped as pain and surprise streaked through his body. Not many she-cats had even thougth him as attractive, especially with his rough nature.
    OOC: Perhaps she could bear his kits?

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    ooc- i was thinking that too. you could rp some ;)


    Foxfoot held back more tears, for she's never felt more pain in her life. "How can you be so stubborn?Have faith in starclan!Why would you leave me here, alone and h-h-hurt?" she stammered, tail swishing angirly now.

    "Faith in Starclan?" Weaseltongue coughed and blood came out as he did so. "Nearly every stinking worthless mousebrained... cat in this clan believes in Nightclan....Nether Stars or Night can save me now. Because in the end... they may have no difference at all... only that Night spares you for longer in Shadowclan." Weaseltongue said in choppy bursts.

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    "Weaseltounge!" she shrieked, then whispered in his ear, "I think I bear your kits..." foxfoot relized this cat wasn't going to make it. "I tried, please, I tried hard, stay alive, see your kits, I know I have em, I just do..." she purred, licking his ear, "You can't leave me!" she wailed, head arched on his aching, bloody, fur.

    "Kits?" Weaseltongue meowed in a surprised tone. " That's wonderful." He choked out. "But I'm sorry, these wounds are too dire for me to live for much longer." It was true, for as he lost more and more blood his breaths became shallower.

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    Foxfoot's tears came down steadily, getting into Weaseltounge's fur. She meowed in his ear, "Wherever you may go, wiether it be Starclan, or some other hunting grounds, please, look after your kits with me!" she pleaded, her eyes turning red with sorrow. Foxfoot knew there was no hope left, this cat was going to some hunting grounds in Silverpelt. "Say hi to my father, Wolfheart, in starclan, please!" she begged, knowing she may never talk to him again.

    "I doubt I should go there. But I p..pr..promise." Weaseltongue managed to choke out before going limp. His eyes attained a glazed look as they stared off into oblivion. A whisper on the wind echoed through the forest, words for Foxfoot's ears alone. We'll meet again sooner than you think.

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    Foxfoot yowled loud enough to be heard of threw-out the whole of Shadowclan territory. She laid down with her soon to be mate, who now laid dead. "With out you, weaseltounge, I don't think I can live to bear kits, knowing that they will have no father!" she wailed, licking her dead mate's ear. "T-t-time to b-b-bring you b-back to camp..." she sobbed, gripping a hole of his scruff, and bringing the body to the heart of Shadowclan territory.

    ooc- i think both, but im not greengaze xD
    why can't we have our fun? Is it any wierder than starting up a new warrior and pretending that he was here the whole time?