{ MistClan { Semi-lit { Accepting

[Keriae]

(Just so you know, I may not post much; I'm at the libary on limited time because my internet is currently out of use.)


Featherpaw let out a wail, her eyes widening and her ears flat against her head. How could this have happened? Her father wasn't ill, he should have lived. One dog shouldn't have been able to kill him! And yet the evidence was here, right in front of her. Her father's body, joints at odd angles, his honey-brown fur soaked with scarlet blood. She touched her nose to the soft fur and let out a low moan; he was already cold.


Blackpaw didn't wail like his sister, but his other reactions were exactly the same. The only difference in these were that he pressed his black flank against the cream of his sister's, trying to offer comfort. He stared at Brackenthorn's body before looking at Fernsong. His attraction to her was swept away with his grief.

"Did," He paused, trying to sound mature as his voice broke in his grief for the only family member he had ever known. "Did he say anything?"

[wolf ;;]

Fernsong watched as Cloudpaw stood back and let Brackenthorn's kits grieve for Brackenthorn. Cloudpaw padded over to Fernsong and Fernsong looked at Blackpaw and she nodded. "He did, but I didn't hear what he said, Cloudpaw did." The dilute calico meowed, and Cloudpaw stared at her paws before looking up. "He said that your mother was a rouge, who was named Snowdrop. He was starting to say something else, but he was already hunting with StarClan before he could finish it."

[Keriae]

The black apprentice nodded and crouched down beside his sister, his flank still pressed against her's. Now it wasn't just offering comfort; it was recieving comfort too.

So they weren't full Clan cats. They were half-Clan. With a mother who was a rogue. How could Brackenthorn break the Warrior Code like that? Because you can't help who you love. A voice in his mind mewed. He pushed it away, not wanting to believe his heritage as he burried his nose in the cold fur, trying to draw in the last faint scents of his father.

[wolf ;;]

Fernsong blinked her eyes and looked at the two apprentices, then the dilute calico she-cat flickered her tail before she finally spoke. "I am sorry for your loss, both of you. Featherpaw, I will let you have a day or two off training, I'll ask Sandstripe if he can let you do the same thing, Blackpaw." She meowed, she glanced over her shoulder before looking back at the apprentices. "Do you want me to take his body to camp or do you want to stay out here for a little while longer before going back?" She asked them gently, blinking her amber eyes.

[Keriae]

It was Featherpaw who answered this time, raising her head after giving Fernsong a brief, small nod of thanks for a few days off training.

"He'd like to be in camp. I know he would." She whispered, looking back at the body.


Blacpaw spoke next. He knew his sister was much more sensitive than him about death. She needed to rest and mourn for their father in peace and silence for her to get better.

"We'd like to carry him. He was our father; it's the least we could do for him now."

[wolf ;;]

The dilute calico listened to the two apprentices and nodded. "Alright, I'll stay behind you, just in case anything decides to attack. Cloudpaw, I want you to head to camp ahead of us and tell the Clan what has happened, it would be better for them to be told then to see Brackenthorn's body first." She meowed to her younger sister. The white and silver striped apprentice nodded, her pale blue eyes glanced at her dead mentors body one last time before running towards camp. Fernsong looked at her injured leg, it still hurt badly, and it was still bleeding, she would go see Lilymist and Sedgepaw when they got to camp.

[Keriae]

Featherpaw stood up slowly and looked at her brother before heaving the back end of her father's body upwards with her shoulder. Smears of scarlet blood streaked across her pale fur as she shifted a little, making sure the body was as study as possible as she stood, waiting for her brother to pick up the other end.


Blackpaw followed his sister's lead, pressing his black shoulder under the honey-brown of Brackenthorn's shoulder and slowly stood, taking the heqavy weight with him. As Brackenthorn was a large tom, this caused him to stand a little away from his sister, but he vowed he would comfort her one they got back to camp. With a nod to Fernsong, he began to pad slowly in the direction of home.

[.:Wild Wolf:.]

{Can I join?}

[wolf ;;]

Cloudpaw ran until she got to camp, she skidded to a stop, her sides heaving from running, and she looked up as Ivystar came over. "Cloudpaw! Are you alright?" The black cat asked, looking at her younger sister. Cloudpaw shook her head sadly, her eyes clouded with grief from her mentors death. "Brackenthorn...a dog killed him...Fernsong came to help but it was too late..." Cloudpaw murmured sadly, Ivystar looked at Cloudpaw before wrapped her tail around her sister. "Who is bringing his body back?" Ivystar asked. "Featherpaw and Blackpaw, Fernsong is following them to make sure nothing attacks them."


The dilute warrior followed after Blackpaw and Featherpaw slowly, making sure she stayed behind them. She had tried her best to help Brackenthorn, but StarClan had still taken him. She flickered her ears, she didn't believe that Featherpaw and Blackpaw were half-Clan, but she wouldn't treat them any different. "Just for safe measure, we can't tell anyone that your mother is a rouge, some cats might not be as nice to you if they knew." She meowed softly to the apprentices, flickering her ears. "We'll just keep it between you two, me and Cloudpaw."

{ Sure you can join, just make a form and remember the rules :3 }

[.:Wild Wolf:.]

{Ok, thank you! I also may have trouble with the name formatting...}