FeatherClan :New&Accepting: (PROPHECY!) :NEEDS WARRIORS:

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Wolfheart

Wolfheart nodded, smiling slightly. "She's a very good leader, Dawnstar," he meowed. "Very wise, too. I expect she had a very good reason for respecting you so much," he meowed thoughtfully.

[raining-pouring]

Darkpelt settled into a fresh nest just opposite of Bluetail's. He listened on without speaking, allowing her to vent her emotions. When she had finished, he moved into the reassurance mode. He leaned forward to lick her ear comfortingly. "I'm sure you will see Rainclaw again one day. But I've heard that if they care enough about you, the members of StarClan will come to you in your dreams. I'm sure he'll find a way to talk to you before you meet him again in StarClan." He reassured her, even though he wasn't 100% positive of it himself. "And he died valiantly to protect you. It's not your fault he is passed. You swore to protect each other, even if it meant they were to go to StarClan as a result, right? He did that."

[toccata]

Irisfeather nodded
"I guess"

((I just watched one of the saddest episode of mermaid melody. Oh jeez, I'm crying))

[PurpuraPapilio]

Bluetail leaned into Darkpelt's comforting lick, her bloodshot and tired eyes half closing.

"I swore I could hear some of the words he whispered to me on the wind just after he passed on," she murmured, "I hope I get to see him one last time. I only want to know if he is happy, and without pain..."

She listened to him more.

"Yes...I swore to him. I just wished I hadn't frozen on the spot..." she whispered, "I will protect his memory..."

She licked Darkpelt's maw in gratitude.

"Thank you..." she said with genuine thanks in her hoarse voice, "you've made this whole mess a little more bearable..."

[raining-pouring]

Darkpelt's eyes softened in sympathy for the she-cat. He couldn't imagine the pain she must have been feeling, especially when she felt there was something she could have done that would've kept him alive. But he decided that it wasn't fair for one to dwell on what-ifs. What if that badger had never been born? What if Rainclaw hadn't taken her to the woods to talk? What if she had pushed him aside to take the blow herself? Would it really be any different?

"I'm glad I can be of some help." He said. He pushed the thoughts out of his mind, trying to focus on cheering Bluetail up. He glanced across the clearing at Rainclaw's body, and the gathered cats that were there to share tongues with him and pray for his safe passage to StarClan. And again his thoughts wandered back to the question of whether StarClan was still with them. He frowned and rested his chin on his paws. Maybe it was petty and unreasonable to any other cat, but how could he not think about it? He lifted his eyes towards silverpelt, with so many questions.

[PurpuraPapilio]

The she-cat rubbed her head under his chin. She needed time, and company, to keep her from losing her mind and becoming unstable. She honestly felt on the verge of madness.

Unbeknownst to her, she was thinking along the same lines as Darkpelt.

"Why does it feel like Starclan has abandoned us?" she whispered him, "Rainclaw didn't deserve to die..."

{Argh, crappy post >_< sorry}

[raining-pouring]

{{ no worries. }}

Darkpelt felt Bluetail pressing into him, and he returned the gesture to her. He moved a bit closer so that their flanks were touching.

He almost fell over when he heard Bluetail's question about StarClan's loyalty. He looked down at her with a frown. "I... I was wondering the same thing." He stammered, ears pressing out sideways. "I just think... I don't know, honestly." He sighed with defeat. "I don't understand what StarClan is doing, but his death was not part of their plan. The death of good cats is never their will. But still, I feel like there was something they could have done." He mused solemnly.

[PurpuraPapilio]

Bluetail almost purring when their flanks touched. It felt like it was unfair that her best friend had to die in order for her to bond closer with Darkpelt.

"I hope he tells me what he was going to say when he visits me..." she murmured, and licked his throat gently.

She listened to him speak, and she hummed in thought.

"I'm not going against Starclan, but...I just wish there was something they could do to stop his death. Perhaps the badger couldn't have been avoided, but if Starclan stopped his bleeding and helped him hang on til he came to the medicine den, I'm sure he'd still be here with us all..."

She licked his throat again.

"Do you think that his life was in exchange for all the kittens that have appeared in the clan? How many do we have now...? His life for theirs; a fair exchange for all the healthy kittens we have recently born in the Clan" she asked.

She scented Rowanbranch had come in here a little earlier amongst the smells of herbs and Whitepaw, and with Rowanbranch's scent came a familiar one that Rowanbranch had only a few moons ago. She recognised that it was the hormone smell of a pregnant female.

"...Rowanbranch is pregnant again..." she murmured.

Suddenly her attention was turned to herself. She was almost 30 moons old; 30 moons meant an older more experienced Warrior by rank, and she wasn't a mother. She wondered if she was fertile enough to be a mother at her older age than the others who had given birth, but again, the Clan probably didn't need anymore kittens...Not for a long time. She wouldn't become pregnant unless she had a mate; she wouldn't deny any kittens of hers their right to have a father in their lives.

"Rowanbranch and Oakstream sure have been busy lately..." she mewed, a hint of a chuckle in her voice.

[raining-pouring]

Darkpelt nodded slightly. "Yes, I suppose they could have done more to save Rainclaw, but I'm sure wherever he is up there, he's happy. However... I don't think his death was because of all the kits. Like I said, StarClan wouldn't kill off a brave warrior willingly. They may have put him there for a purpose, to save you. Maybe it was their plan all along. I have no doubt that you are a valuable cat to the clan, Bluetail. And without Rainclaw, I don't know if it would have been possible for you to continue being that." He said quietly, surprised by his own words.

[PurpuraPapilio]

Bluetail looked up at Darkpelt's yellow eyes, her dull eyes beginning to bring back a little of it's normal light.

"Starclan's plan was to...Save me, by having Rainclaw with me?" she asked, her brows shooting up, "I didn't think I was valuable at all...Regardless of Starclan's plans, I didn't think I was worth enough to have been saved...I'm not a mother, and I'm not a cat who has survived a tragedy or excels at killing things. In the Emberclan attack, I only fended off several lower-ranking cats...And now I have a broken rib and probably ruptured lungs, as well as a gash on my side from being swiped at twice by that badger..."

She was grateful though that Darkpelt was trying to make her feel better.

"But, thanks for trying to cheer me up..." she purred, nuzzling his neck.