Let The Stars Shine, My Warrior

[Shadewing]

Sandfire:

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=CC7722] And I'm sorry, so sorry I'm sorry it's like this I'm sorry, so sorry I'm sorry we do this Involved: Sandfire + Stripetail Where: Sandfire's den Continued from: Ashenpaw and others[o to Sandy and 2 others] Notes: I’m being a bit overly literate and using words from my vocab list… I can translate them next to the word if it gets too annoying to read xD; But this is an important post, in my opinion, for Sandfire. I will open this later... this is mostly to keep Ashenpaw, Blackpaw, and Dustpaw away until they're done collecting herbs [if we're roleplaying that bit. <3] Wordcount: 747 ~ A light smile graced the she-cat’s bright ginger face, creating a gentle curve on her muzzle. Her eyes were tepid in emotion, so bland from the numbness that her work had started to give her. The world was on her shoulders, it seemed. She already had a meticulous plan for what she was going to do, even though the malicious idea rubbed her fur the wrong way. “Who’s the medicine cat, Ashenpaw?” whispered Sandfire, her breath dry. Nudging the apprentice away with an amicable and cursory shove as he left the den, she suppressed a sigh. The dark brown tabby hadn’t spoken much at all in the last few sunrises, not even honey would help retrogress the damage to a throat that was being tore apart from such a horrible cough. She left where she stood to be even closer to her dying brother, feeling his demise grow ever closer. She shuttered, pressing a nose to his hot, shaking body. She felt absolutely distraught, as she tried to calm his coughing fit- licking his unkempt fur until it was clean. Soon, his horrible, choking cough slowed, and she padded away to her stores of herbs. With adroit accuracy, she took some of the honey from her stores, only a little, to her brother. It took him a second to notice the sweet present, his blurry eyes opening to see it, and then he licked it up without a second thought. Although, Stripetail was normally a very chivalrous cat… It was so obvious that he just wanted the pain to stop. Even now he shuttered, shivering as if it was still mid leafbare. Sandfire frowned, and with a stolid look on her face she tentatively took more herbs from her stores over to her brother- feverfew among them. His bleary eyes stared at the herbs to find leaves and roots and less than a pawful of berries. He tried to purr in response but only managed to make himself cough. He looked up at his sister with an altruistic glint to them- only met by remiss and clemency. “I,” he growled, his voice so rough that it was obvious he was forcing himself, even with the soothing honey in his throat, “…you shouldn’t waste these on me.” The lighter ginger tabby nudged the herbs closer, the guise on her face hiding any intimation of what she was feeling, at least, for now. Her tail curled around his as he started to eat the leaves, nodding with a knowing in her heart. She would only use what she had to use- no more. Stripetail didn’t even seem to care what he was shoving in his mouth, looking so utterly broken right then. The stripes that normally made him a hunter, a descendent of Tigerclan, suddenly made him look like a stepped on leaffall leaf, shattered in the dirt. “I know brother…” She whispered, nostalgia flooding over her until the world felt ten times heavier on her back. “You deserve a more honorable death. I wish I got to see you be Stripestar.” She was choking on her words now, feeling bereft of the life her clan should have had. Obviously, Stripetail was never meant for such a role- without this sickness, there would be Blackpelt and his son… And Drydusk and Shadewing. But the words of comfort were exactly for that purpose. Suddenly, her brother stiffened, and then a very unfeigned laugh shoved its way from his chest as he brushed his nose over the berries she had given him. His exhausted eyes met her sad ones, and for a silent pause they just sat there together. For perhaps the last time. Then, he bent his head down, and licked up the berries. Sandfire felt a pungent, stinging feeling in her throat and her body felt frozen. The silent pause was enough to unnerve anyone… He finished the rest in a few quick gulps, and looked up at her. The stare was a comforting one, accepting… She smiled back, and he closed his eyes, laying his head upon his paws. He looked strangely happy in his repose now… She grimaced, trying her hardest to keep that smile on her face, as she sat there with her brother. “Starclan will take better care of you than I could,” she mewled with a sigh, sinking down next to him so she could press a nose to his cheek. ((…because Shadowclan medicine cats do use deathberries.))