I will See You Again (Open)

[Winter is Coming]

"YOU'RE WHAT?!" Wolfpelt's yowl was broken, his eyes wide, tears glistening in the depths. "You can't!" He wailed, rushing up to Crowfern, nuzzling her, whimpering. "You're my best friend, you can't leave me!" He cried, his legs threatening to give out from beneath him. How would he go on without her? They had developed a connection almost instantly after they met, and now, for this to happen!? He didn't know what he would do...

Crowfern's weary gaze fell upon Wolfpelt, and, slowly, she nuzzled him back. "I'm afraid it's true, Wolf. I.. I haven't had the strength I once did, and each morning, there is blood about my paws, on my mouth... I'd ask you to end my suffering, but I can't do that to you." Her voice was gentle as she explained her situation to Wolfpelt. She smiled slightly despite herself, before rubbing her body against Wolf's, allowing her scent to wreathe around him. "Relax, my friend. This... This isn't the end." She said, looking into his eyes. "Besides, I'll visit you, I promise." She intended to visit, even if it was forbidden. She would always see her friend, even after she was gone. "I don't know how much longer I have, but... I'd like to spend it with you. Doing anything and everything.. Let's cause some mischief."

[Otterpotter]

The newly named warrior walked in to he cave with two skinny sqirrels in her mouth. The gray she-cat
'S ear perked up as she watched two cats. Once seemed to be a tom. While the other a she-cat. 'Maybe its couple drama?' She thought as she dropped the fresh-kill. Mistwillow then walked a bit closer. "U-Um excuse m-me, what w-wrong?" She asked in her usual stuttering voice.

[Winter is Coming]

Wolfpelt turned blurry eyes toward Mistwillow. "Oh.. Hello, Mistwillow," he said, reaching up to rub a paw across his muzzle. "..Crowfern's dying, Mist." He finally answered, his heart breaking all over again. "I don't want her to go, she's my best friend."

Crowfern knew Wolfpelt was in pain, but she couldn't do anything about it. Granted, even now, pain was shooting through her, but she didn't let that bother her, more worried about her friend and getting him calm than anything else. "It's true, Mistwillow. I'm dying." As she spoke, however, a flick of her tail and a soft whimper betrayed her pain, and, to combat it, she laid down, closing her eyes. "I'll be alright, though. I promise!"

[Otterpotter]

Mistwillow ruml hit the floor as the tom explained. "B-B-but what a-a-about the medicine c-cat?" She asked while lowering her ears. The warrior's ear dropped ad she watched Crow lay down.

[Winter is Coming]

"We've tried. There's nothing we can do. The only thing we could do would be to.. To go to the Cutter in Twolegplace..." Wolfpelt shuddered at the thought, shaking his head. He didn't want Crowfern anywhere near that place.

"It's something inside me, Mistwillow. Something that's.. I guess, living and growing. It's not kittens, I know for a fact. I don't know what it is, but it hurts, every day.. I'd rather someone claw open my stomach and rip it out, but... I can't ask that of Wolf, and it's basicslly murder, even if I ask for it.." She shook her head, slowly getting up, only to stumble and try her best to rush to the dirt place, feeling the need to be sick hit her.

(OOC: Poor Crow. I feel terrible having her suffer with Feline Leukemia)

[Otterpotter]

Mistwillow's ear laid down flat now and her eyes wide withxshock and a bit of fear. "I-I..." She fell silent, never having dealer with something like this. "W-w-what a-about S-s-starclan, c-couldn't t-they h-h-help." The cat's normal stuttering became worse as she began getting stressed.

[Winter is Coming]

Wolfpelt shook his head. "I don't think StarClan can help her now." He sat down heavily, sighing deeply. "I just wish I knew what to do."

Crowfern emerged slowly, trembling, blood around her muzzle, her eyes dull. She stumbled suddenly, before falling against Wolfpelt, coughing. Tears glistened in her eyes, and she whimpered. "I just want this pain to end.." She said, coughing, a small bit of blood splashing onto the dusty earth.