NorthClan (warrior cats)

[opti-mism]

Mosseyes looked down at the dirt where they had laid Stormpaw's body, a claw of hers broken, and she pressed against Friskstar sadly, searching for some comfort as the tears rolled down her face, splattering the dirt.

[The Irishman]

His voice was like a growl, but his words were crisp and easy to tell what was being said "Brierpaw, there's something I want to tell you.."

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Brierpaw looked up "yes," she asked, her voice was light as she was hiding her sadness. she still smiled softly

[The Irishman]

"he's in a more peaceful place now, one without worries... Your a strong she cat, he wouldn't want you to mourn his death, for his soul still lives on." he licked her ear; thus wasng what he was going to say, but she needed comfort.

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she licked his cheek, "I know," she smiled lightly "I will see him soon enough" she shrugged "but now I will focus on the living cats" she smiled lightly again then asked "was there something else?"

[The Irishman]

"no" he was a terrible liar, it was easy to tell there was more he wanted to say, but he laid his head on her flank to close his eyes before she could ask him again. He mumbled "I love you" but the words were unable to understand; it's sounded like a growly moan with three, quick pauses.

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Brierpaw smiled softly and pressed her nose into his fur quickly falling asleep

[The Irishman]

His eyes closed and he, too, found himself asleep

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Brierpaw quietly got up, stepping over the sleeping Ravenpaw she glanced up at the sky. She smiled softly

[The Irishman]

He was awake, but kept his eyes slightly closed and his body still. He watched her look into the sky, he found himself starin, amazed by her beauty.