{ MistClan { Semi-lit { Accepting

[Keriae]

(I swear I posted with Blackpaw and Featherpaw...)

[wolf ;;]

Littlepaw shook her head when Oakleaf asked what was wrong, and the white she-cat twitched her tail before she spoke to the warrior. "No, nothings wrong Oakleaf, don't worry, I was just going to ask if you knew where my mentor Rainflight was?" The apprentice meowed, and she flickered her ears before she spoke again. "I can't find her anywhere." The half-deaf apprentice replied, her tail tip twitching and she blinked her eyes.

{ Everything on Friday got erased xP }

[Keriae]

(All I put was, and I quote: "Can they have returned to camp now?" because I was knackered and couldn't be bothered finding enough muse to post. xD)

[wolf ;;]

The dilute she-cat scented the air and she looked at Featherpaw and Blackpaw. "We're nearly at camp, just a bit more." She meowed to them, and sure enough when she looked ahead she could see the entrance of camp. She flickered her ear and glanced around the forest, then she tasted the air to make sure nothing had followed them back. Good, nothing has followed us back. Fernsong thought to herself, ignoring the pain of her leg.

{ xD Alright :3 }

[Keriae]

Featherpaw slowly walked into the camp, shuffling along with her head bowed. She made sure her brother was close by so that Brackenthorn wouldn't fall. She refused to think of it as "the body" or something of the like. Though he may be in StarClan, this was still her father. Even if his fur was growing cold and his scent was masked by death.


Blackpaw also refused something: he refused to look weak. So the black apprentice held his head high, daring any of his clanmates to say something. His amber eyes were clouded with grief and his mind was whirling with the news Fernsong and Cloudpaw had given him about their heritage. As he and his sister reached the middle of camp, he slowly placed Brackenthorn on the groud, helping his sister before crouching down and pressing his nose to the fur. Beside him, Featherpaw did the same.

[wolf ;;]

The warrior had followed Blackpaw and Featherpaw into camp, but she didn't follow them to the middle of the clearing. Fernsong twitched her ear and sighed, and she limped over to the warriors den, she couldn't be bothered going to Lilymist and Sedgepaw right now. The dilute she-cat leaned against the warriors den before she lied down, wincing with pain at her leg. She turned her head to look at her wound, then did she realize how bad it looked, it was still bleeding, but the wounds were deep, the flesh had been ripped by the dogs teeth. She sighed and blinked her eyes before she rested her head on her paws.

[Cadmiurn]

(aw, poor kittys!*Runs and huggles Blackpaw and Featherpaw*)

"Remember remember the fifth of November. Gunpowder, treason and plot. I see no reason why gunpowder, treason should ever be forgot..."

Oakleaf listened as Littlepaw spoke, "Oh Rainflight, I haven't seen her all day" She mewed, when Featherpaw and Blackpaw padded into the camp with Brackenthorn on their back her pale olive colored eyes widened. Her once perky mood crashed to earth, burying itself five thousand feet deep in the ocean floor. "W-What happened to him?" She said before Fernsong walked by, her lg was still bleeding. "Oh dear, This isn't good at all." She murmured. "Littlepaw, could you go get Lilymist and ask her to come to the warriors den? It seems like Fernsong needs her right now." The warrior asked her, her pale olive eyes not leaving Brackenthorns body before she sat up, head facing the dirt.

"And if you have to leave, I wish that you would just leave. Cause your presence still lingers here, and it wont leave me alone. These wounds wont seem to heal."

The small apprentice watched as Brackenthorn's body was brought in to the camp by Featherpaw and Blackpaw, her ears flattened and she looked down at the ground. She would go sit with them but only close friends and reletives would sit with the body. she sat back in the darkness. her eyes clouded as she remembered the day, she looked nothing like how she did a few moments ago. utter misery in her eyes as she looked back at Featherpaw and Blackpaw. Her once bright green eyes were as dull as a worn rock, cloudy and almost bored looking

"Coming back from the dead isn't as remarkable as you think, they are monsters
The Tom watched as Blackpaw and Featherpaw walked into camp. His fur raising when he saw the body they held on their backs. "Brackenthorn" he murmured before he lowered his head to the ground. Sandstripe figured he would let Blackpaw take a few days off from training due to the horrible fate that befell his father. He noticed his little sister Mintpaw freeze in the corner by the apprentice's den, it was clear they both had the same frame of mind at that moment, Rowanfeather, Mom. he thought before he closed his eyes.

[Keriae]

(Hmmm.. May make a new cat.... My kitties are mourning and I need something to do....)

[Cadmiurn]

(lol true)

[wolf ;;]

The young she-cats eyes went wide at the sight of Brackenthorn's body, and she watched as her sister Fernsong limped over to the warriors den. She flickered her ears as she listened to Oakleaf and the half-deaf apprentice nodded, getting to her paws swiftly and going over to the medicine cat den. Her tail twitched out behind her as the small white pelted she-cat made her way over to the medicine cats den. "Lilymist? Sedgepaw? Are any of you in here? Fernsong needs her leg looked at, it looks like its been ripped apart." She called into the den, then she poked her head out and blinked her odd coloured eyes, she took another glance at Brackenthorn's body. What killed him?