Lay Me Down On A Bed Of Roses (Open)

[Wolf]

Tagging Lionhearted so she can bring in one of her cats

The three-legged calico apprentice slowly hobbled along the damp ground, her claws sinking into the ground that had been moistened by melting snow. Her green eyes were dulled with sickness and heat rose from her pelt despite the cold wind that crossed over the ridge. The small cat was desperately searching for the group of healthy cats that had left the Clan at the rise of the epidemic, hoping to preserve at least some of their Clan without any medicine cat.

Bloompaw's legs trembled but she still limped on, a cough welling up in her chest and echoing across the empty land as it escaped her lungs. Suddenly, her paws slipped in a melted puddle of snow and sent the dappled cat careening into a wet patch of mud. Defeated, the sick she-cat let her head fall with a plop into the watery soil. She knew she was dying, and the last bead of hope that had welled in her chest disappeared the moment her paws slid down the ridge.

[Lionhearted]

Goldenfox had been busy like all the other StarClan warriors at this time. It pained him everytime he had to lead another WhisperClan cat to StarClan, but their time had been set out long before the greencough hit the Clans. And now he sensed another spirit coming close.

The air in front of Bloompaw shimmered. For a moment, it seemed to quiver. Then, the large golden tom materialized out of the sky, landing gracefully. Goldenfox's green eyes glittered with no emotion, and he walked forward to stand in front of Bloompaw. "Come, little one," he murmured, bending down in an attempt to touch his nose to her head. Standing back, he waited for her spirit to rise out of her body. "Your time is now."

[Wolf]

Bloompaw's body shuddered as her last breath left her lungs, growing still in the patch of mud she had fallen down into. The spirit of the apprentice rose and cast mournful look at her sullen body. Silently the calico she-cat apologized to her family, and her Clan that she would never be able to serve again.
Turning to the starry warrior, her now-bright green gaze looked up with amazement at Goldenfox. "Are you here to take me to StarClan?" She asked, her voice oddly calm for a cat of her age. Then again, sickness had stolen her youth from her at an awfully fast pace and the small cat had been forced to grow up in order to take care of herself and come to terms with her fate.

[Lionhearted]

OOC: I always like to put in other cats so I can show how the StarClan cats leave for StarClan :3

So young, Goldenfox thought mournfully. "Yes, I am," he said in an even, empty tone. You never had a chance to become a warrior in life, but you'll be one now, among the ranks of StarClan. "Come, now, little bird," he said gently, in a tone he'd never used before in his life. He regretted, everyday, that he hadn't used the chance to get back with his brother, Thrushstar. He'd been so blind in persuing his dream as deputy that he'd thrown away the most important things in his life: friends and family.

At least Bloompaw hadn't ignored that. She'd served her Clan to the best of her abilities, and StarClan couldn't have asked for more. Turning his back, he began to walk forward. "Let us go to the hunting grounds of StarClan. Follow me, and imagine that you are in the territory of WhisperClan. You'll know once you reach it."

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Buzzardheart had been hunting near the Mouse Ridge. Far away, a shape lay in the fields, unmoving. Frowning, he approached it, keeping a wary distance. A golden cat approached the shape, and suddenly, a spirit rose out of the body. Stifling a gasp, the tabby realized he'd been seeing the death of a cat. And now, she was about to go to StarClan.

Curious, he poked his head out from the tall grass again, wanting to watch the two move to StarClan. He saw the young, newly-dead she-cat standing over her body. The golden cat walked forward, and he stretched his neck eagerly, waiting for him to pass into the spirit worlds.

However, he blinked, and the golden cat had gone.