TW: Sensitive Content Open my mother told me - bringing back body

[flowercloud]

the walk felt longer than coming back from the dog attack. the weight of the body draped on her back was hardly noticeable compared to the weight that- she was too late. cheeks were drenched in tears, lightened fur soiled and stained in blood that was not her own.

her paws no longer shook, her throat raw from the scream that echoed through her jaws- she had heard the birds flutter from the sudden sound, and long abandoned the mouse she had caught. Green eyes were dull, empty- and her chest was a flutter of panic, while her stomach settled on sickness.

she had heard quiet footsteps join her side. she wasn't sure if it was real or not. her ears only heard the loudness of her heart, and the screaming thoughts. but, as she pushed through the barrier of camp, and draped her sons body gently on the ground- the rage came back, seeing the crumpled mess.

Her teeth clenched, and green eyes tightened closed. As if it wasn't real, as if it was a dream. but as her eyes opened, a fire burned. "Hawkstar!" Her voice called- raw throat far from the honey sweet. Rage filled back in her eyes, her body shook, her blood burned. Green eyes searched for the blue eyed leader- but her body did not move.

Her son needed her.

As soon as green eyes met blue, and the leader stepped forward- she heard nothing Hawkstar said. "A Thunderclanner Killed my son." He wasn't supposed to be dead. He was supposed to grey and age. "I demand justice." She wanted to dig her claws into the others face, fur, make him regret.

"Would you let another clan take the blood of one of ours without repercussions? 'Peaceful' Night of treaty, I don't believe a damned word!" Her claws dug into dirt, her head lowered in the rage she felt, that set a fire in her eyes, and pulled her face into a disgusting snarl.

my queen- my leader- understand my anger, heed my need for justice.

her second child- taken away too soon. his siblings- left to grieve.

@Hawkstar
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[Hawkstar]

LEADER OF SKYCLAN

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TRIGGER WARNING

TW for detailed descriptions of gore, blood, wounds, and handling of dead bodies. Reader discretion is advised.

Flowercloud never calls for her anymore. The thing that transpired between them - the thing that Hawkstar had seen fit to draw the line for - had rendered the former deputy quiet. Reserved. So when Hawkstar does hear her, when she does does deign to turn one pointed ear towards her roar, her electric blue eye follows the line of action to horror.

She sees him before she hears his fate.

Rosebelly. Her perfect, floppy-eared, fierce apprentice with his fluffy cheeks and blue eyes always filled with determination and so much cleverness, now cleaved near in two. Beneath the tangled mess of belly fur stained with gore, she could see where the gash between, where her little apprentice had been caught vulnerable: in the very place she had named for, as if his attacker had known about that fire that Hawkstar had stoked in him and wanted to rip it out just to spite her. As if they meant to tear out her heart and fire by way of this proxy.

A ThunderClanner killed my son. Blood rushed to Hawkstar's ears - loud, angry, pounding. Juniperstar had dared to approach her border with this promise of peace, this simpering cover up for her lawless soldiers and secret sadism. She had allowed herself to lower her guard a fraction and in that blink of an eye, she had already lost a life.

"Bring him to me," it's a command, but Hawkstar could feel her voice shake under the weight of it. "Please, let me -"

She moves past her former deputy to him, his fur still etched with kitten softness, his jowls not yet filled in with the telltale thickness of a fully grown SkyClan warrior, his eyes now glassy and dull where bright blue once was. Hawkstar placed a paw against his muzzle, searching desperately for some small puff of air, some small show of life, but there was nothing.

Juniperstar had lied to her. ThunderClan had murdered her apprentice. And StarClan had allowed the world to take another one of her warriors without even a thought towards the hurt and damage it would cause. In a just universe, their punishment would be swift and exacting, but even brusqueness was not enough for this. This time, Hawkstar would be sure they burned for it.

Hawkstar's paws move from head to belly. The blood had stopped flowing a while ago from the looks of the wound. Now it had congealed into a honey-like texture that matted his fur into tight clumps, and clung to her toes as she inspected the severity of the killing blow. She felt sick. Rosebelly's blood clung to her, staining her fur, just as she was sure a ThunderClanner warrior was cleaning it off as if her little warrior were no more than a bird caught to feed ThunderClan's nursery queens.

Her eye floats back to Flowercloud, glassy to match Rosebelly's beneath her paw. "Did they see your face? If I put you in front of that crowd, would they know you well enough to show fear? Could you pick out the murderer if I asked?"

@flowercloud

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[Teaselfeather Teaselfeather]

TEASELFEATHER

Over hill, over dale, through the valley and vale do not weep, do not wail, I am coming home to you

Their paws trembled with each step, as if the earth itself no longer welcomed their weight. Teaselfeather moved forward through a fog of disbelief, eyes wide, too wide, blinking against the terrible image before them.

Rosebelly.

Their brother, who had burned so bright.
Sharp words. Sharper wit. A firestorm of a cat... Alive in every breath, impossible to silence. Even when they clashed, even when he stung with barbed remarks, he had been theirs. Family. They had once shared nests and dreams, wide-eyed hopes of warriorhood, promises whispered under starlight when the world still seemed kind. They had received their names together. Teaselfeather. Rosebelly. Cygnetscratch. They were supposed to grow old together.

So how... How could he be still now?!

How could he be gone? Laid out on the ground, slain by the claws of a ThunderClanner... The world became a blur of motion as tears gathered in their eyes. Words were spoken, his mothers rage, Hawkstar's words. None of it registered in their mind. Not anymore. Hot, white grief seared through them. Their breath hitched.

And then it came, a cry, raw and sharp, cracking through the air like lightning.
" ROSEBELLY—! " It wasn't just mourning... It was protest. It was rage. It was the sound of a heart breaking, not cleanly, but all at once and everywhere.

They collapsed beside him, body trembling, pressing their forehead to his fur already cooling. They were supposed to heal the fractures in their family. Now two would remain forever. A piece missing. Irreplaceable.

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[Maiseyleg Maiseyleg]

ababababababa The seasons change, we are not the same

indentThe sounds of Flowercloud's anguish draw Maiseyleg from the warrior den. A white ear flicks, shaking off a stay pine needle. She can smell the thick scent of blood and hear talks of 'murder' and 'justice'. Maiseyleg takes a deep breath and braces herself for what she's sure to see as she leaves the comforting shade of the den. She's no stranger to death and violence, having seen many cats lost to the rats in their old territory.

indentDespite her preparations, she's struck speechless by what she sees. Rosebelly, barely a warrior, is dead, flayed by the claws of another cat. Despite all she's seen, this type of violence is foreign to her. There never used to be a good enough reason for cats to fight one another, before the journey. Not to the death, at least. No rouge wanted to risk their life against Skyclan - these forest cats don't have the same reservations, though.

indentMaiseyleg urges to rush forward to Flowercloud, to comfort her apprentice, but her legs won't move. Soft white paws remain locked in place, claws digging into the podzol. 'There's nothing I can do for her now. No sweet words will bring back her kit.' She sets her jaw, and holds back tears. She'll wait for Hawkstar's command, and follow through. 'The time for petty feuds is behind us, now. We need to keep this from happening again."

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