TW: Sensitive Content TW: Death Backwritten ThunderClan MOM, AM I STILL YOUNG? CAN I DREAM FOR A FEW MONTHS MORE? // burial.

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rowanpaw

but must it come so cruel, and oh so bright?
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tw for death, grief, brief mention of a dead body. also, this takes place some time after this thread


When Rowanpaw wakes up again, she's lying in one of the nests just outside the medicine cat den. Someone must've moved her, but she can't say with certainty who. Her leg is still aching, her heart somehow feeling too big for her chest, and her mother– where is Serpentberry's body…? How long had she been out? They wouldn't bury her without her, would they?

She stands up slowly, having learned her lesson now. She tests her leg gingerly, wincing at the pain. Dammit. How was she supposed to be able to bury her mother like this…? She'd have to ask for help. She remembers, albeit vaguely, that Magnoliapeak had for some reason offered to help, so after chewing some poppy seeds to dull the worst of it, she hobbles out into the camp and finds her.

Together, she, Magnoliapeak, and Juniperstar begin to dig the grave for Serpentberry. Others are bound to join too, and although Rowanpaw would rather be alone with her grief, she knows she cannot. She's not the only one who lost a mother, or someone they loved.

Once the grave is deep enough, they move the body. Rowanpaw, too weak to do much more, sits by the edge, eyes glassy and her ears flat to her head. Her mother does not belong in a hole in the ground, she belongs between the stars.

"Oh, mother…" she whispers.

She should say something, shouldn't she? As the medicine cat? When they buried the three kits' mother, she hadn't said much, but then she didn't know the molly at all, and the molly did not know of Starclan and hence would not go there. But Serpentberry– if Rowanpaw had not been too late– really is among the stars now.

"Serpentberry was–" she starts, trying very hard to keep her voice even– "she was… she was my mother and mentor, and everything I know, I learned from her. May her journey to Starclan's endless hunting grounds be easy, and– and may her memory be a blessing to those who knew her, and may her name be remembered forever as that of Thunderclan's first ever medicine cat."

ROWANPAW. 14 moons
mentored by serpentberry,
adopted daughter of serpentberry and thornstar
peaceful powerplay allowed
ooc - @Magnoliapeak and @loonstar mentioned


 
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Owlbark acted as bodyguard, as he always did. A lonely farm dog watching his flock making sure they could do what could be done without interreference. He didn't truly think any assailants would be swooping in - they had established themselves fairly well in the forest. He could also not think of another excuse to give as he trailed his friend's funerary procession. Friend was still a tentative title he gave to the deceased medicine cat. She was conniving and cruel to others at times, but she cared for him in certain ways.

Serpentberry had been the cat at Hawthorne's side and the mother of his kits. She and Juniperstar felt like his last tethers to him, and he had just lost one half. The deputy sat himself back from Rowanpaw's tender process and watched the dirt moved away to cover the rotting molly at their side. He dipped his head at her words of love for her mother. There is a bitter part of him that wished Rowanpaw had said more, but he could not even think of what to say differently. What else was there to say for someone who loved so hard? Too hard at times.

I'll keep an eye on them, Serpent. I'll make sure they are kept safe by my claw, in lieu of your fangs, he thought. May StarClan and Hawthorne guide her path. That was as much as he would give her, and he knew she would also give him the same if the roles were reversed. He would miss her. He would think of having her sharp tongue to aid him where words failed him. His friend.

Owlbark kept his bowed for a moment longer before pulling himself deeper in the shadows to let the other cats do their last service to Serpentberry.

 
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Come on, come on
We can go away

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It still doesn't feel real, even as Dewshine helps dig with shaking paws. Burying those lost during the war between Thornstar and Sablestar before they became Thunder and Shadow had been easier. She had barely known anyone. Faces she didn't-and would then never- recognize. But this was different. Serpentberry had been kind to her. Had nursed her wounded leg after Coalstrike tried to kill her. Not once had she cared about her origins as a kittypet. Not once been disapproving of her and Copperstorm despite her and her mate's tension.

Rowanpaw speaks and it takes everything in her not to crumble. It feels so final. It's real. It's real and she desperately wishes it wasn't. That she'd open her eyes to find herself curled around Copperstorm and hear Serpentberry's voice drifting into the warriors den. It's a wonder that Rowanpaw and Juniperstar are somehow keeping it together.

Gingerly, as if the petals might crumble into dust before they reach their destination, Dewshine places a sprig of lavender on the molly's body. The body... What a morbid thought. "Who's going to harass Copper over my kits now, Serpent?" She whispers, barely brushing the hairs of her ears with her breath. "...I wish you had lived long enough to see them."

If she says anymore she fears she might cry, and she turns to hurry away from the scene.



36 moons
thunderclan warrior
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We Don't Need Them
DEWSHINE


✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
✦—Silver She Cat W/ Orange Eyes And Dark Stripe Along Her Tail
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His head hurts. It aches, even. His eyes are dull, staring forward. Thunderflash is pretty sure he used up every last ounce of good favor with Ghoststrike to bring him out here to the vigil, leaning against him, half blind with cobwebs stuck over his eye. Serpentberry would be gnawing his ear off right about now about this. Rowanpaw might just kill him, if she was anything like her mother. Serpentberry. There's a hiccup, the sharp inhale of air of a sob, then silence as he stands there. His head is pounding. Serpentberry won't be there to feed him poppy seeds and snap at him about getting hurt again.

Because she cared. It wasn't anger that continued to boil- it was purposeful, if not venomous, that she spoke to him like that. He was hard-headed. Thunderflash took advantage of that for too long, didn't give her the chance to relax a little around him. The wound down his side, the one over his eye, his shoulder. Serpentberry wasn't really around for this concussion, for the eye he feared he was blind out of now. No, she was dead. She leaves behind children. She leaves behind a mate. She leaves behind a clan, entrusting it to Rowanpaw's memory and intelligence.

A single baby blue, dull and red-rimmed, stares at the grave as it's filled. As those sorrowful gather to say their pieces. Thunderflash doesn't have words in his throat, in his mind. All he knows is the ache, and he isn't sure it's from the more-then-little bump he received. It's from this. The loss of a friend, once of his closest friends. His thoughts are clouded and disjointed and achingly full of grief, and he isn't even the closest to this wound. His gaze tears from her soft fur turned so cold, staring up at @GHOSTSTRIKE for but a moment. He looks back forward, unsure what he was even searching in the other's hardened gaze.

"... I'll miss ye." He whispers out, voice scratchy and hoarse from the lack of use while concussed. "Rest well. Y' deserve i', Serp." Thunderflash says, and if Ghoststrike doesn't speak, he nudges himself to his feet and turns to stumble back to camp with the help of the Storm Guard.

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  • THUNDERFLASH he/him, thunderclan warrior, twenty-eight moons.
    a sh/lh chocolate tabby with low white and stunning baby blue eyes. stands of average height with a 'mohawk' and spiky-shaped mane.
    mentored by n/a / mentoring hopepaw
    whichever relations / want listed
    peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
    penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
 
juniper
"and this time, she won't be forgiving"
every dragging motion of claws through the dirt is matched with a generous watering of tears. this earth would be fertile with grief, would grow saturated with loving memory even if it killed her to do so. it takes so long and no time at all at the same time, time skips in great intensity between the heavy thrums of her heart. had it gotten slower? decaying in its energy... lowering her into the recess of earth that stands as testament to her devotion, she can only stare. she looks impossibly small... much too gentle for the sharpness and zest she'd had in life. it's wrong.

this is all wrong.

Rowanpaw speaks and it feels like she's dragging her claws down Juniperstar's back- she winces, openly and without hiding it, to refer to her in the past tense so suddenly. like she had not just been there, hissing and grinning the day before. she is your mother. she is a blessing in the font of memory. she is.... gone. the cord weakens, twisting under the pressure as it prepares to relieve itself of the overwhelming tension. "Please watch over us," she implores the unflinching face of a sleeping love. a request she is not fit to ask of her.

she reaches low to touch her nose to the daffodil hues of her cheek one last time, pulling away as it grows suffocatingly hot in the company of so many others. she cannot linger here, in the wake of so many prying eyes; those who had the capacity to recognize this for what it was. for what it wasn't named out loud but spoken in every twining of tails and brush of tongues. they hadn't hidden it and equally so had not felt it necessary to shout from the top of the leader's den for all to hear. what had been witnessed was testimony enough to their bond.

she shuffles to her paws, casting Rowanpaw an look devoid of pity for her when she can already sum up so little for herself. this was to be her medicine cat now... and there would be no other options to turn to. ears fold flat against her head as the chocolate tabby pries herself from the gravesite of her partner, wandering listlessly towards the open expanse of the forest to have some peace, some quiet.


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