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[saige.]

{Could you imagine going for a walk and finding that? .n. I'd have to go into therapy}

.:Twistedpaw:.

Twistedpaw's eyes seemed to fade to an expressionless, dull light as she watched her own mother, or at least what was left of her. Her heart twisted and practically stopped at the sight, and she turned away. Her mother was gone, and she was surprised her brother made it out alive. She was on the brink of having nothing left. More tears blurred her vision as she looked in the direction of Crowsong, "Can...can I...go with..you?"

[Noctali]

.Crowsong, Spiderpaw.

Crowsong looked down upon the young She-cat, changing from expressionless to sorrowful. "Sure, Twistedpaw," he muttered, tail slowly curling around his left hind leg. "I'll go report it to Venomstar now." Spiderpaw's gaze met his right as he began moving towards the exit, but she quickly dropped it, glaring at Fleetpaw with glazed eyes. The ebony Tom shrugged it off, and began dragging the limp body towards Venomstar, repulsed by the stench.

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.Venomstar.

Venomstar watched as Crowsong came towards her with what she presumed to be the lifeless body of Lightstream and got up, her sharp amber eyes showing no signs of expression; only hate. "Venomstar, I came to ask for permission. I would like to go out and properly dispose of Lightstream's body, and Twistedpaw would like to come along as well." The black She-cat paused for a moment, tail twitching with each breath she took. "Go ahead and do so, Crowsong," she muttered, her voice obviously trying to hide the harshness it contained.

[saige.]

.:Twistedpaw:.

Twistedpaw watched as Crowsong spoke to Venomstar about her mother's burial. Her paws burned in anger that she would not be able to sit vigil with her, but being one of the ones to bury her was good enough. Her hazel gaze swept over towards her brother in sorrow. She knew that he would want to come along, but he was in no condition for it. She took a deep breath and turned to Spiderpaw, "Make sure he's still asleep while I'm gone. I don't need him having to worry." she mewed softly and padded out of the den to wait for Crowsong.

[Noctali]

.Crowsong.

The ebony Tom narrowed his eyes towards Venomstar before taking off, picking up the dead Warrior once again by the chopped up scruff as he made his way towards Twistedpaw. His tail lashed out angrily to why the Leader wouldn't allow them to sit vigil, but continued on; Leader's words were law. "Come on, Twistedpaw," he meowed through the matted fur, the dry blood giving him a foul taste.

[saige.]

.:Twistedpaw:.

Twistedpaw looked solemnly up at Crowsong before following after him. The gory image of her mother would probably be burned into her mind forever, but then again, she may see other things like this during her time as a Medicine Cat. I'm going to have to learn to get used to it...But why did it have to be my own mother? Why not some other Rouge? She wondered, her steps faltering as she moved onwards and her vision blurring every second.

{I finally finished my English projects ^^ My short story is 2,200 words long exactly xD My teacher is gonna hate me .3.}

[Noctali]

.Crowsong.

Crowsong paused for a moment, looking behind him to make sure Twistedpaw was alright. The She-cat seemed to be lost in thought, slightly staggering over her own steps. At least she isn't in as worse of a condition as I was... Sort of like Fleetpaw.

-Flashback-

Crowsong was an Apprentice when he had watched his mother die right in front of his eyes through a gruesome fight. He had noticed that she got into a fight with a dark gray Tom with a white belly and muzzle, both injured; only she was injured far worse. As the Tom continued to lash at her, her breathing became heavier, and she eventually collapsed; leaving Wolf looking straight into Crowpaw's eyes with a cold stare. Instead of attacking, the Rogue just stood there, until Crowpaw attacked with unsheathed claws out of anger. Wolf counter-attacked, inflicting major wounds upon the young Apprentice before retreating from his own, leaving Crowpaw alone to face his slowly fading mother. The ebony Tom crawled towards her with the remaining energy left, yowling for help; no one came. He buried his bloody muzzle into her fur, tears streaming down his face and onto the lifeless Warrior.

The Tom shuttered as the flashback came to him, noticing that he had dragged Twistedpaw too far out. Sighing, he dropped the body, digging his unsheathed claws into the dry ground in order to rid of the body. "Sorry, Twistedpaw," he meowed sorrowfully, eyes averting anything's gaze.

[saige.]

.:Twistedpaw:.

Twistedpaw broke away from her thoughts and looked up at Crowsong. Even he looked pretty upset, although she wasn't sure why. She glanced down at the ground for a moment, contemplating something, before looking up to watch Crowsong dig the hole. He looked busy enough, and her helping would just get in the way. She pulled off to the side, her glossy hazel eyes glued to her mother's body.

[Noctali]

.Crowsong.

Crowsong hauled the limp body into the hole he dug into, covering up the exposed flesh with the dirt he kicked upon it. "Lightstream will be missed; at least by the few of us that actually knew her," he slowly muttered, facing his grim eyes towards Twistedpaw. "I'm sorry, Twistedpaw... I wish I could have saved her." He glanced away as pain shot through his eyes, shutting them tightly as the emotions flooded over him.

[saige.]

.:Twistedpaw:.

Twistedpaw blinked and shook her head as she looked up at Crowsong with her eyes hollow and somber. "It's not your fault." she mewed and closed her eyes. "I just can't imagine how Fleetpaw must feel; not being able to save her." she wondered aloud, mainly to herself. She slitted open her eyes and shifted them over to the mound where her mother's body now lay. She took a couple of paw steps towards it and laid right beside the cold, freshly dug mound, "I don't care what Venomstar says, I'm going to sit vigil with her. I'll take the consequences when I come home."

[Noctali]

.Crowsong.

Crowsong looked down upon the Apprentice before clenching his eyes closed for a few, mind set on one thing; it would be right to sit vigil, no matter what Venomstar would have to say at their return. "I'll stay with you, Twistedpaw. Only if that is fine, though; I'd like to sit vigil as well." His gaze swept across the mound he had created, which contained Lightstream's body, and his mind buzzed around with thoughts about Starclan; something she was in now.