OOC: I'll be roleplaying with my subaccount I just made from now on with this thread. Maybe sometimes with my other, but I'll try to keep it to this one!
IC: "He'll be called Graystar when he gets his nine lives" Dreamcloud meowed to Forestpaw. "Until he makes the trip to get his nine lives, he'll be called Grayfur. As for the new deputy, it's just passed sun high. He has time, enough to think about who he should choose."
Dreamcloud smiled but shook her head. "Grayfur was once my mate. Besides, there are others that would be better deputies than me."
OOC: Srry I was gone for a long time! Better change some things! There!
"Goldenstar is dead" she said grimly.
Dreamcloud saw Noisewhisker, one of her sons, come into the camp. "Hey what happened" he asked. "Goldenstar's dead" said Dreamcloud. "Wha- no way!"
Dreamcloud sat in the clearing a little bit off from the body of Goldenstar. Her blue eyes looked at her dead leader. To had escaped from being prisoner of a clan to coming home to this... She shook her head. She gasped a bit as her wound still hurt. She lay down, putting her neck on the ground, taking deep breaths. She would need to rest until her would healed. Thank goodness it bled so heavily. The blood had clotted the wound up, so that she didn't suffocate. She lay down like this, putting her head on her paws.
"It's the least I can do for her" she said. The moon was starting the climb in the sky.
"A group of cats who dare to call themselves a clan captured me when I was on the edge of the border a few moons ago. When I was escaping, I got this wound from one of them" she said. "If I come across one of them ever again, I'll be repaying them for everything they did."
"Luckily, I was just a normal slave, not one of the queen slaves. I was lucky I escaped. If I didn't, I would ether be dead or... Well, I would rather be dead than the alternative" said Dreamcloud.
Dreamcloud looked up to the sky. "It's almost moon high" she said.
Dreamcloud would have got up and helped, but the wound on her neck might bleed again. She mourned for Goldenstar, and regretted not seeing her before she died.
Dreamcloud got up slowly.
Dreamcloud limped over to the fresh kill pile. The clan didn't feed there prisoners a lot, only enough to survive, so she was hungry.She grabbed a mouse, which was the only kind of prey on the food pile, and limped again a fox length away from the pile.
Dreamcloud's eyes widen, then narrowed.
OOC: Whitethroat, on page 20 Dreamcloud does tell Grayfur that she was going to have kits. And she had 7, however one was stillborn, another one died shortly after birth, and Smokekit (Not to be confuse with Smokepelt) died right before his siblings became apprentices.
IC: "Well, what's done is done" meowed Dreamcloud, not at all upset.
OOC: Whitethroat... are you there?
IC: A bird blew up.
I'm not sure what happened to Foxkit or Noisekit, I think the people playing them just haven't posted, I was out for a long time. Luckkit is now Luckheart and Smallkit is now Smallfur, who is in the medicine den because all 4 legs are broken.
Dreamcloud had stepped out of the medicine den and had sat in front of it to hear the announcement. She twitched her ears in surprise, but still accepted Lostface as deputy.
Dreamcloud yawned. Two sunrises would be enough for her wound to heal. The wound on her neck would heal enough by then, since the wound wasn't very deep and the skin was thin. She would have to rest, but she would make it.
Dreamcloud looked at Grayfur. After a while she went into the warrior den. She found a nest that wasn't used and curled up into it. Almost as soon as she lay down was she fast asleep, as she didn't have any sleep in 72 hours, only cat naps of which were only a few seconds long.
