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Post by Riah on Sept 8, 2014 3:01:46 GMT
Grass-star had been the star of health only a few days earlier. Old perhaps, but not on the verge of death. But he was now.
His breathing was faint as a butterfly's wingbeat and shallow, white foam forming around his open lips and pooling on the ground below his head. And his eyes, though open, saw nothing. Staring blankly at the den wall before him, hardly even blinking anymore.
Hawkflame was hunched over him, grieving for his sick leader and afraid for his life.
(Sorry for the short post. ^^; He ate poisoned prey so he's super sick, gonna die but I figured Willowheart would wanna try to save him.)
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Post by Blue on Sept 8, 2014 3:41:42 GMT
(Should I tag Willowheart then?)
Lakeshine padded into camp, tired from a long day of hunting and patroling. Her ears pricked up whe she heard agonized noises coming from inside the leader's den. Suddenly worried, she hurried over to the entrance. Lakeshine peered in. "StarClan no." She whispered, eyes widening. "Grass-star can't be dying, he is too young! Where is Willowheart?" She hurried inside the den, tail lashing. "What happened? Grass-star!"
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Post by Civet on Sept 8, 2014 3:50:00 GMT
Otterpaw, eyebrows raised, felt pity for the poor leader. He couldn't say anything more, because, honestly, he knew the leader as a leader, not as a friend or a family member. However, Grass-star seemed like a good and humble leader, and even if he didn't show any feeling but half-closed eyes and a frown as he stood beside Lakeshine, it was sad to see a leader go. Well, now there was suspense to see the new leader, who, he guessed, would come very soon.
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Post by Blue on Sept 8, 2014 3:57:37 GMT
Lakeshine looked down at the apprentice, pressing against him. "Grass-star will be better off in StarClan..." She said, soothingly. "Hawkflame will make a good leader. RiverClan will survive, death is just a part of every cat's life." She sighed, sitting down and bowing her head to her dying leader. StarClan light his path, please welcome him into your ranks. He was an honourable cat and he deserves to be one of you.
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Post by Blue on Sept 12, 2014 22:27:12 GMT
( Aveine We need you to postas Willowheart!) |
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Post by Aveine on Sept 14, 2014 21:01:59 GMT
It was, perhaps, one of the calmest days there had been since Willowheart had become the medicine cat of RiverClan, and she was enjoying the weather. Everything seemed at peace and the she-cat couldn't find it within herself to think anything of it. However, as she exited her den and padded out into the camp, her ears perked and flicked towards the sound of concerned voices. What's going on with Grass-star? she wondered, not able to hear the entire conversation. Curiosity getting the best of her, she wandered towards the leader's den and her eyes widened at the presence of so many cats.
"Grass-star!" she gasped as she saw his condition. Shocked eyes observed him, uncertain of what to do or think. He seemed to be having trouble breathing - so much that at first she could barely tell if he was - and the foam surrounding his face was certainly not normal. After the initial seconds of shock, her mind sprang into thinking mode. What could've happened? He had no injuries externally, and so it must've been an internal problem. It couldn't have been greencough or whitecough... Willowheart approached Grass-star and took a whiff of him hesitantly before a thought occurred to her. "What's he eaten recently? Did anyone see him eat anything that seemed... odd?"
She was trying to keep the panic out of her voice as she'd been instructed by Ivygorse all those moons ago when she'd just become his apprentice, and she was fairly certain she'd succeeded, but she couldn't know for sure. All that she knew was that if he'd eaten anything that smelled off, looked off, anything of the sort, she needed to administer some stinging needle, perhaps even some coltsfoot to be on the safe side... Even if she was right with her suspicions, it could've been too late. She wouldn't know for at least a few minutes after she treated him. Oh, StarClan, help him!
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