Running With Stars (OPEN)

[Heron]

Stagrunner's death thread. He's only 14 moons old. Please consider joining and spending it with this dying warrior, or if you have a Starclan cat please consider leading him into Starclan. His bio is here if you'd like to read about him.

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Stagrunner lay in Nightpoppy's den, every ache in his body painful and slow. He felt as though his breathing were becoming more and more ragged; his sudden bursts of sleeping and waking life beginning to blur. The young warrior had grown used to the unbearable coughing, aching, and shaking. Yet, when it all stopped at once, he felt himself begin to panic. He frantically searched through the darkness. He couldn't die! This wasn't supposed to be how he died! He was suddenly terrified; horrible flashes of nothingness threatened to become his forever. The ginger tabby tried to sob, to scream, but nothing was coming out. He was drowning. 


Finally, a burst of light. He was still inside Nightpoppy's den! but where was she? He couldn't see! Mouse-dung, he couldn't see! Why couldn't he see that well? Suddenly, the young tom felt himself slipping once more. His breathing slowed dangerously and he tried to gasp for breath. "N....Night.. Help!" He struggled to mew, like a small kitten searching for his mother's belly. He threw into a fit of coughing and tried to vomit, but his empty stomach came up blank.

[Falcon]

Nightcrow padded over to the warrior, the stars in his pelt gleaming through the darkness "do not fear young warrior, you are not alone" he mumbled softly his eyes compassionate and kind "take a breath, take a moment to find yourself" the starry warrior advised in his deep rumbling but caring tone


OOC: if it's to soon for my Starclanner let me know

[Heron]

(( OOC: Not too soon, thanks for volunteering Fal! I would like at least one clan cat be around him before he fully succumbs and goes with Nightcrow though. n_n ))

[Falcon]

OOC: I understand, we'll just say Nightcrow is there to help him cross over and what not, when it's time for him to go, he's there to help 'ease the passing' so to speak, I'd bring in one of my Stormclanners but I don't think it'd be as fun, that and I think it should be reserved for friends of the cat for the final moment bit

[Deleted]

OOC: I'm just gonna throw Smokekit in, as I've already rolled her to die, due to the sickness.
Muse: Coming back slowly.
Word Count: 363 Words

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Smokekit's golden amber eyes searched frantically around the den. Her vision, she noted only in her subconscious, was fading quickly. Smokekit could feel something swallowing her up, consuming her from the inside on out. She felt as if only the fur on her back was left. Smokekit knew that there was something in her that could still fight whatever it was. She wanted to summon up all her strength and fight, but she had no strength. It was all gone. Gasping for breath, Smokekit's eyes grew milky and hazy. Life barley clinging on to the poor kit.

Smokekit ears picked up the cry of another cat. It took all of Smokekit's willpower to drag herself nearer to the noise. A cat, she thought she saw. Blurry a bit, Smokekit could not tell. "Who?" Smokekit just barely managed to meow before collapsing flimsily on the ground. All of her willpower dissolved into nothingness and then?... Nothing. She fell into a subconscious state that would last forever. Her life had been drained cruelly from the grey body by cough after cough. She was dead. "No!" was Smokekit's last action of thought. Nothing else came after her small thought. Smokekit's lifeless body laid down on the floor of the den, eyes wide yet hazy, not clear.

OOC: A little before her death.

Smokekit hung around the medicine cat's den for the most part, isolated from all else cats as to not get them sick as well. "If they... Cough, cough... aren't... Cough, cough, Kkkc... already... Cough... sick," Smokekit mumbled, coughing violently as well. It was a good sign that she was thinking more clearly to some cats. They deduced that perhaps that meant she was healing. However, to Smokekit, it was different. In truth, not much had changed for her. The only thing was the fact that Smokekit spent less time napping and more time grumbling. The information which processed in her mind was used as material for her unusual grumbling and sarcasm. "Why am I so sick?" She mumbled again.

[Heron]

Stagrunner was aware that someone was speaking to him. "Do not fear young warrior, you are not alone." Was that....was he dead? No, no, no! Not yet! He clung to his life and tried to listen to the voice. If he were waking and stable he would have cried, fearful. All this time he had believed Starclan did not exist. Was he hearing their voices now? The young ginger warrior felt himself crying inside his head. "Help me," he begged to the voice. "I don't want to feel this pain anymore. I want this to be...easy. I want to say goodbye.." He had no idea whether or not this voice could hear him. Oh, what a mouse-brain he'd been to think Starclan wasn't real, to think that they would not be there for him when he passed.

[Falcon]

"be calm, I'm not hear to take you yet, you'll have the chance to say goodbye" the starry warrior smiled "we are here for you, even when it doesn't seem so, your heart is pure and so, despite your disbelieve you are welcome in our ranks when you're time is up" he said softly to try and ease the other cats fears