This Can't Be Real!

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=000000] Kit – Deadpaw/Milkydew Words – One of my best - 429 Muse – Awesome Notes – Icefur, where are you, my feet hurt, and I can’t bloody walk. Deadpaw had managed to limp back to camp all those days ago with Drowningstars help. His foot was yet to heal, as he could not use it, the muscles were still very tender. Last night, Icefur retired rather early. She was working hard, and with her apprentice even more useless than before, she had done everything. Deadpaw knew what was happening. She was showing signs of the illness. Deadpaw couldn’t let her die, nor could he let anyone else in the clan die. The clan came first, not his stupid mere paw that had slipped into a stupid hole, causing him pain. No. Clan first, Deadpaw later. Deadpaw got up, gingerly placing his foot on the floor. It stung, but he ignored the pain. ‘Pain is good,’ He thought to himself as he padded around the den. ’Pain means you are alive…’ He almost cried out in pain as he nearly slipped over on some ice. He walked towards Icefur’s still body. She hadn’t moved all night, was she alright? Deadpaw walked over slowly. ”Icefur?” He asked, poking her gently with his paw. She didn’t stir, didn’t even jump and hiss at him like she usually would. ”No… Please… Wake up Icefur!” Deadpaw cried out in anger, nudging her with his head. ”Please… I can’t lead this clan through the illness alone!” He cried out, a little too loud. A few cats had gathered outside the den. They needed their herbs, and were wondering what in Starclan Deadpaw was wailing about. Deadpaw growled, angry at Icefur’s practical joke, and biting her tail. Nothing. Not a twitch. ”STARCLAN d**n IT ICEFUR WAKE UP!” Deadpaw screamed, hitting her with his head. Milkydew walked in slowly, seeing his elder sister. Deadpaw’s eyes flickered over to Milkydew, his brown eyes full of anger, and pain, Milkydew’s full of surprise, and sadness and fear. Deadpaw walked out. Icefur was dead. He needed to tell the clan. He needed to contact Starclan, God d**n it he had been left alone, with his paws in bad condition, and the clan deteriorating with every passing day.

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=81A1c7] notes: aaack, curses. I didn't really time this right at all. My post makes very little sense, excuse me x___x -eats Drowningstar for being a crazy furball wc: 681 Waking up in the earliest of early mornings, before the sun even dared to rise, Drowningstar felt her pelt hot and her body stiff. She growled weakly, struggling up to her paws, feeling the cold air of the morning swirl around her. She couldn't be bothered to shake to warm up, she just dragged her tired body out of her den. She had been hurt before. She had been sick before. She had lived on her own before, and for Starclan's sake she WOULD survive this. Even if her whole clan was waiting for her to die... She closed her eyes, stopping in a slow flinch. It sort of hurt. If she died right now, who would be upset? The clan wouldn't morn any more than they all ready were- everyone was too busy. Still, she dragged herself towards the Medicine cat den, ignoring the stench of death and sickness. "Icefur?" She mewled. "Deadpaw?" Milkydew- her loyal deputy, shot past her. Anger and sadness was everwhere in the air, and as her cold yellow eyes landed on Deadpaw and glazed towards her Medicine cat's nest, she fell to the ground. It was a sort of fall you made when you were so tired that you just collapsed, even if you landed in a position that was uncomfortable. Her eyes were locked on Icefur, and the faint sound of a wonderful warrior's heart shattering roared throughout the camp. Milkydew was running towards the river- unable to stand the death that layed before her. Her eyes shut with effort and she pushed her nose into the ground, gritting her teeth. Why? Why Icefur? Couldn't it have been anyone else? They needed her! "Foxdung, mousebrained old furball," she snarled at the earth bellow her, her ears pinned back. "Foolhearted, weak, pathetic, spiteful, no good so-called leader of a dying, broken clan- can't even... Starclan..." She was right in the way of the entrance to the Medicine cat den- but she doubted it mattered too much. Deadpaw couldn't go anywhere pretty much, and Icefur was dead and anyone who needed help wasn't going to get it. They were all going to die. The pain in her body whelled up as tears stung at her eyes. Had Starclan finally come to smite her down for being a horrible leader, or what? Were they cursing her for that rogue that took one of her apprentices and had those... Those... Her claws unsheathed and she dug at the ground, struggling to stand up. Even in the death of Leafbare, she felt like a longhaired kittypet who had been sitting on the Sunningrocks for too long in Greenleaf. "For Starclan's sake, Dea-" she cut herself off. Deadpaw couldn't help her up, the mangy Medicine cat apprentice could barely stand. She shoved herself to her paws and wobbled, stumbling a few paces ahead into the medicine cat's den, over to Icefur- even though it wasn't on purpose. She stood rigid there, feeling the coldness of her body from fishlengths away. "It wasn't your time, mousebrain," she snarled softly, her voice drenched with sadness. "You weren't ready for Starclan. We need you!" She could have shredded the unmoving body of Icefur, her whiskers twitching. She could have, she should have, but she knew that wouldn't make things better or right. "The Gathering is tonight," she breathed, her voice a bit more raspy than normal. Mostly talking to Icefur, or, err, herself. "You could have gone. You could have asked the other Medicine cats if they had a cure. You should have lived. You... I was supposed to go first, you were supposed to be happy with the others." Perhaps the reason why Milkydew had to leave was the same reason she had to stay. Idiotically talking to a dead body- Icefur wouldn't hear her. Icefur would be up in Starclan, probably watching her brother. She better be finding a cure, to tell Deadpaw. Oh Starclan, please... "I'm going... Tomorrow. I'll see you there, right?"

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=000000] Kit – Deadpaw the angry, depressed and sad Words – 353 Muse – Awesome Notes – HOLD UP A SEC DROWNINGSTAR, YOU CAN'T GO TOO! Deadpaw's eyes swivelled over to his leader. She was angry, very angry. Angry at Icefur for dieing, angry at that rogue, angry at Seamist, and angry at herself. He could hear her, she had the illness, she had it bad. Deadpaw was angry with himself too. He should have asked Icefur how she was feeling, he should have helped her! Stupid Deadpaw, he never thought of anything useful. But now his mentor was gone, and after the gathering he'd have to go to the Highstones to become a Medicine Cat. He listened to her talk to Icefur's cold body. The stench of death was overpowering now, he should have noticed it when he awoke, but no, he never notices anything. Drowningstar looked ready to attack Icefur's body, then he heard what she last said. "..." He stared at Drowningstar. No! She couldn't die too! That would be disastorous for the clan! Both their Medicine Cat and Leader gone? No! Deadpaw refused to let that happen, he refused! "Drowningstar, you need to rest. Don't push yourself... I don't want you to die! It's all my fault! If I had noticed her, if I had asked her how she had been feeling last night, maybe she would have lived! Starclan d**n it Drowningstar don't die on us! It's not an easy escape route you can use just to get away from the happenings down here!" Deadpaw said, walking over to her. "We all need you to survive... I mean, you've not even led this clan for that long! We all need you here, you can lead us out of this sickness, and when I find a cure, everyone shall stay safe!"

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=81A1c7] notes: loool, I was hoping someone would take her that way xD Lolol. Poor Deadpaw, gonna give him a heartattack. AND OH. MILKYDEW THINKS IT TOO XD LOLOL wc: 352 This ain't a song for the broken-hearted No silent prayer for the faith-departed I ain't gonna be just a face in the crowd You're gonna hear my voice When I shout it outloud~ Deadpaw started mewling a newborn kit in her ear and her tail flicked dismissively. Silly kit, didn't understand that a Leader had to do what a leader had to do. She couldn't possibly die now- what was she thinking? "Deadpaw, shut up. I'll be fine." Her pelt prickled, and she leaned down next to Icefur, grabbing her scruff between her teeth. Grunting, she dragged the dead she-cat out of her nest, trying as hard as she could to nuzzle herself under Icefur to get the medicine cat on her back. Mind, she only ended up on the dirt ground, panting next to the cold, still body of her old clanmate. "I'm going to the Highstones, tomorrow, Deadpaw. You can come too, if you think you can manage it. Ugh... It'll take a few days. I think Milkydew can manage..." She shuttered, trying not to think too hard. Her head was still spinning. "Can... No, you shouldn't walk on your paw, right?" She sighed, gulping at the air again, wishing she had more strength."Icefur needs proper burial." Her ears flicked, and she dreaded those words. Pausing, she tried to remember if they even had an surviving elders that weren't sick to do the burial. That thought terrified her. What happened to a cat when the rest of their clan died? Who would bury them? She decided rather quickly not to think to hard about it. "I... I need to eat something. Then I'll feel better, I hope. Can you find me something to fix this fever I've got going? It's hard to think with it, and I have a lot of thinking I need to do." She struggled again to her paws, managing a bit better this time, and licked Icefur's ear. She'd need a proper grooming too. When Milkydew got back, she hoped. Milkydew could probably bury her. If he was up to it. With a deep breath she spun on her spot, nearly tipping over again, but managing to walk slowly and carefully out of the den.