SunClan
Posts: 26
Pronouns: she/they
Played By: artificialradiance
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Post by Beestar on Jul 12, 2022 15:40:19 GMT -6
BEESTAR ▶xx Beestar was a strong and skilled warrior. She was confident, perhaps arrogant, but it was well earned. She has fought in many battles, both physically and emotionally, and won. It wasn't unusual for her to take walks by herself and crest a hill or two at sunset, talk to the stars as they shimmered into the night, only returning after the moon was at it's peak.
What made cats uneasy was the fact she had yet to step outside her nest the next morning and give announcements. There were ceremonies to perform, and yet, not so much as a shimmer of her pelt could be seen in the shade of her den. Investigating found her den cold and her scent stale.
She didn't return last night.
The panic didn't set in right away. Perhaps she dozed off? She would be back soon. She would never abandon her clan. Cats recalled the disappearance of her mate and then-deputy; it was an extremely similar case. After sunhigh, with no sight of her, patrols were sent out, scouring what parts of the territories they could. A northern patrol found a stronger trail, a sign that she had been here that night, and followed after it.
The leader looked almost at peace from a distance, laying beneath a lone tree at the bottom of a hill. Shouting at her didn't cause her to stir, and a dread seeped into the patrol as they made their approach. Laying there was her corpse, every last life she had ripped away from her. A snarl was still on her muzzle, her claws still out. Her fur was more tussled and her neck was at an awkward angle, but glancing up the hill now revealed a rolling trail of blood.
Someone mumbled that maybe she fell and snapped her neck, the first to speak in the quiet shock. No one believed that, it was too grizzly and Beestar was never a clumsy cat. She fought her way down, but what or who caused this in the first place was uncertain. Carefully, the patrol picked her up and began to carry her back to camp, safe from prying crows that had slowly taken roost.
Shock, of course, would be the first response, then panic at the death of their leader, with no culprit to be found. There had been an underlying and strange scent at the scene, but it was too hard to trace.
All that SunClan knew now, was that Beestar was dead, well and truly. sunclan — leader — deceased
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SunClan
High Position
Posts: 38 
Pronouns: she/her
Played By: Nightrose
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Post by Swanmask on Jul 12, 2022 16:59:15 GMT -6
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The she-cats eyes widened in horror and sadness upon the sight that entered camp she never would have thought when a patrol went out looking for their leader that their return wouldn't be bringing their leader back in their full health. Like how they had left the night before with heavy steps Swanmask let her body carry her forward her features now only held sadness but she looked to her clanmates as well seeing if anyone might need more than what she did, she would gladly be there for anyone she would deal with her feelings alongside her clanmates or later when she had time to breath for herself. She did not know the details of led to this but it would also seem that the cats responsible for bringing her home were not talking at least not to the general members of Sunclan at least not now, she supposed the announcement for vigil would take place if those inside their dens did not notice before hand but other things would be set aside until the sun rose tomorrow, they had enough prey for everyone for those that might still eat like the kits held in the nursery away from the sight of their deceased leader. For those that may need time away they could always take up watch outside of camp, one thing was for certain things wouldn't be the same.
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Loners
eau de résistance
Posts: 95
Pronouns: He/Him
Played By: VioCrow
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Post by Honeyflare on Jul 12, 2022 17:17:04 GMT -6
»»——— Honeyflare ———«« The scent of death was not wholly unfamiliar to Honeyflare. It was hard, he imagined, to live in the Clans for very long without encountering it. With their battles with MoonClan alone, it led to him having witnessed it a pawful of times already. It wasn’t a scent he cared for. He recognized it as he made his trek on the return from his search party, stomach twisting in on itself as they hadn’t found any sign of her. The scent of death only made this worse, anxiety spiking as the scent grew closer. His paws couldn’t seem to decide if they had to run forward or freeze in place, his pace becoming awkward as a side effect His head swam through possibilities - maybe it was another cat? That was a terrible option in of itself, but- but they couldn’t lose Beestar right now. She was his mother, as tense as that dynamic could be, and everything was so much right now - there was no better cat to handle it than her. No cat would be as unshaken as her. His hopes were shot quickly with the flash of cream fur being held by the northern patrol. Desperation tore through his throat in the form of an agonized yowl, paws racing beneath him, over terrain that didn’t register as anything in specific in the moment. “No!,” he cried, catching up with the patrol just as they laid their find down in the clearing of the camp. Emotions swelled in his chest, they always seemed to, like a storm that was always just waiting to strike, and another mournful noise erupted from his throat as his face pleading pressed into Beestar’s fluffy fur. The stance of fighting until the very end. It was just like them, but that didn’t make it any easier. Retracting for a moment, looking around at no one in particular, he managed to choke out a question. “What did this?”Emotion caught up with him once more, and he returned to his mournful position, silently pleading into his mother’s fur for her to get up again. Just one more time. He’d never gotten to show them just how much he could earn his name. How much he could earn being her son. |
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SunClan
don't call me nice; i'm gonna eat your heart out
Posts: 150
Pronouns: he/him
Played By: rubykh
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Post by Turtlefang on Jul 13, 2022 0:50:54 GMT -6
There's an awful commotion in the clearing, and Turtlefang was on his way home from pacing the river, completely out of the loop past the point of Beestar's overnight disappearance. It hadn't been anything he'd concerned himself with, as a fellow night owl. Sometimes, you just had to get out for a bit. Even if it'd been strangely uncharacteristic, he knew better than anyone that no cat should be expected to conform to a set series of personality traits at any given time. Even being a leader, Beestar was like any of them- capable of change, capable of getting overwhelmed and taking some time for herself. If he were in her paws, having to deal with the chaos of the gods, he would do the same.
The only difference being, he probably wouldn't come back in the first place.
Luckily, he wasn't the leader. Unluckily, it seemed Beestar wasn't anymore, either.
He'd passed through the tunnel like a shadow, always quick to hug the sidelines and make like a hare for the warrior's den when he wasn't on duty. Today would've been the same, had the stench of something dead or dying not reached his nose. Without so much as an outburst, he was stopped in his tracks to stare upon the broken form of Beestar in the middle of camp, deposited like a piece of prey. Like an offering. An unliving, unfeeling object. Ah. Ah... Huh. In something of a haze, Turtlefang's attention was pulled up, across the meshing of fur that divided his leader from her son. Honeyflare, only fresh out of apprenticeship, crying into his mother's pelt. Huh. Huh... I want to sleep.
Yeah.
Turtlefang tore himself from the view of departed parent and grieving child, tore himself from a visual that gave him a haunted, hollow feeling. Pelt burning with awareness, he made for the warrior's den silently. Wondered idly if he could learn to hibernate this winter, and leave this burning summer far behind.
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SunClan
Posts: 21 
Pronouns: He/Him
Played By: Nightrose
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Post by Darkcinder on Jul 18, 2022 17:44:04 GMT -6
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The tom's ears pricked up at the sounds in camp he hadn't been paying too much attention since the announcement of the patrols that were sent out to look for their leader. As things became clear to him the fluffy tortie looked around the camp from Swanmask moving closer to Beestar's body which had been placed near the center of camp to Honeyflare crying into his mother's pelt and Turtlefang trying to escape his feelings through the shadows and into the den. He looked back to their leader padding closer but not wanting to take up a spot that Beestar's kits should be allowed to have and so he sat with his head bowed a few tail lengths away he did not see Rabbitblaze enter the area yet and wanted to allow for those that knew to grieve as they wished until things proceeded a complete vigil would be held tonight for Beestar. Now all they had was memories.
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SunClan
High Position
everything's fine
Posts: 171
Pronouns: He/They
Played By: VioCrow
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Post by Rabbitstar on Jul 20, 2022 19:20:46 GMT -6
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Rabbitblaze *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ His patrol had nothing to show for all the time that they’d been out. Nothing but anxious paws and racing thoughts, both of which had been broken and emphasized simultaneously when he heard the wail of one of Beestar’s kits. He prayed, oh did he pray, that it was an emotional outburst of anxiety and not anything serious. Beestar’s firm paw was exactly what they needed - and he admired her too much to want to believe anything could happen to them. He’d enjoyed their company too much. Little paws carried him quickly, swiftly, enough to give his namesake a challenge before skidding to a stop in the camp. Grief. The entire world seemed to freeze, his organs included, as he caught sight of Beestar’s corpse. How could StarClan let this happen I - how could I let this happen? What happened, for that matter?Thoughts pooled at the back of his throat, a million thoughts threatening to spill out at once. They didn’t. They wouldn’t. Rabbitblaze - a name he’d soon have to shed - approached the lifeless body of Beestar, and pressed gently into her pelt. He offered her kits quick shoulder rubs of consolation, a shared loss that he didn’t feel the right to interrupt, and quietly made his way next to Darkcinder. Wordless. He didn’t need for Darkcinder to say anything, though, to understand the depth of the warrior’s grief or the compassion to give closer cats space. Rabbitblaze would sit the vigil with Beestar’s kits, but for now, in the moments leading up to it, he would simply take his place next to Darkcinder. Bowing his head with mourning, but keeping a composed air all the same no matter the screaming that clawed at his lungs. SunClan could not afford his weakness. |
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