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

[raining-pouring]

"I'll carry him," Darkpelt immdiately volunteered, despite his injury. He gently nuzzled his maw under his chest, then under his torso, trying to slide the tom onto his back as carefully as possible. Rainclaw was not very light, and Darkpelt's legs slightly trembled under his weight. He hobbled awkwardly on three legs, wincing with every step. He knew he had to carry Rainclaw to camp for the clan to share tongues with him one last time. He narrowed his eyes in determination and continued on, though every step was excruciatingly painful.

[PurpuraPapilio]

Bluetail backed off as volunteers stepped forward to carry Rainclaw.

"I will follow..." she whispered, her blue eyes now clouded and dull in her grief and loss.

She couldn't imagine what it was like for Swiftsong and Rainclaw's brother. If her pain was so great, then what was theirs like? Her side twinged horribly as she began to walk, and her bleeding started anew.

Oh yes...My own injuries...I need...To see the Healer...

Her walk was now burdened with her limping, and it was incredibly difficult to walk with a broken rib or more than one. She noticed that Darkpelt was also injured seriously; his leg was dragging across the ground.

"Darkpelt...You're hurt..." she said, her own injuries forgotten now that she noticed another cat was hurt, "you need tending to..."

[snowfall!]

Tinderclaw dashed away, when he heard thundering paws behind him. "Mudpaw."

[city,]

Irisfeather turned around
"Oh hi Wolfheart"

Wolfheart

Wolfheart smiled, hopping up on the rock. He padded next to Irisfeather, sitting down patently, all traces of his earlier bad mood vanquished. "So, what's up?" he asked, trying to carry on a conversation. He had never been too good with talking as a kit, but since then he had grown up a lot, and could keep up small talk for a while.

[toccata]

Irisfeather looked
"Nothing really, I'm just sunning. There's a rock over there with a good angle if you like to sun"

[wolfpack12]

flamestreak walked over to bluetail . " I'll help you get back to camp" , she said.

[raining-pouring]

Darkpelt staggered a bit under the large tom's weight, but skillfully maneuvered his steps so that he would remain on his back. It wasn't too bad now that he was more used to it, and soon he didn't have to put any weight on his injured leg. He heard Bluetail's comment on his injury, responding with a sigh. "What? No, I'm fine. We just need some patching up is all." He meowed, trying to phrase it in a way that would make everything less heavy and dark. He reached the camp in just a few minutes, where he gently set down the limp tom's body. Since he hadn't had a chance earlier, Darkpelt bent over and licked the blood off of the tom's ears and neck, sharing tongues for the last time. "Good-bye Rainclaw." He mewed gently to the tom. He looked up at silverpelt with a mixture of confusion and anger. He couldn't believe StarClan had let him die. Darkpelt knew that Rainclaw deserved life, yet it was taken from him so quickly. He deserved to grow old and grey with kits and a mate. But it was all gone now. He hung his head, eyes squeezing shut in frustration. He left Rainclaw's body and wobbled off to the medicine cat's den so his leg could be seen to.

[city,]

Wolfheart

Wolfheart nodded, padding over to the rock Irisfeather had gestured to. "Thanks," he meowed, a slight purr to his voice. He laid down, stretching out his legs. He smiled as the sunlight rolled off of him, rolling over so he was looking at the she-cat upside down. "So, what have you been up to the past few days?" he asked. "I haven't seen much of you."

[PurpuraPapilio]

Bluetail staggered, but her old Apprentice came forward to help her.

"Thank you Flamestreak..." she croaked, leaning on the she-cat for support.

Despite the situation, she managed to crack a grim smile at Darkpelt's attempt to lighten the mood.

She walked behind Darkpelt carrying Rainclaw, and she couldn't stop staring at the limp body of her deceased best friend. He was gone. Gone, forever. She would never see his shining green eyes, or hear his laughter, or lick away his tears, or lose herself in his bushy fur when they rough-housed.

She hobbled into camp, and headed straight for the medicine den. Her blood loss made her weak, and her broken rib was bothering her.

"Darkpelt..." she whimpered and collapsed into a nest, "he died protecting me...He was going to tell me something but...Now I'll never know..."

Choking sobs rose in her throat once more, and she looked at him.

"I hesitated, and Rainclaw died. He died because of me..." she cried.

[toccata]

Irisfeather felt a little embarrassed by saying this
"I was with Dawnstar alot, she let me stay in her den for like, ever. She thinks somewhat highly of me. I don't know why though"