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Post by Silver on Aug 4, 2009 16:24:34 GMT -5
(*sniff* I feel so loved. Thanks Flower) Silverstar~Silverstar closed her eyes, waiting for Cranefeather to sink his claws deep into her throat. To win. And as she held her blue eyes shut, she felt an alien presence brush against her pelt. A soft breath whispered in her ear, but was cut off by the pain that rushed like a wave through her body at Cranefeather's attack. The silver she-cat yowled, her eyes snapping open. For a brief moment, she saw a starry warrior charging at her, before her vision started to blur. She felt the StarClan warrior lean against her, and suddenly the pain was gone, replaced by a dull numbness. She felt life trickle in from the ghosty figure as her last life slipped out. So this is StarClan's mercy. A painless death. Though she could tell that the starry figure was trying to prolonge her life, she knew it was over. A slight chuckled escaped her, sounding nothing like any laugh a living, sane creature had ever heard. It was more of a demented gurgle, blood spewing from the fatal blow. Silverstar closed her clouded eyes once again, smiling softly to herself. "So tired, Cranefeather. I'll be better... after... sleep. Yes, all I need is a little sleep. Then I'll be back. The battle belongs to you, but the war isn't over. Not until we both lie dead," she rasped. And as the last words left her maw, Silverstar relaxed, and allowed her final life to leave her earthly body, joining the warriors in the sky.
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Post by W.in.DY. on Aug 4, 2009 16:28:38 GMT -5
[[I luv Silverstar too! ;3 she's chucknorris-sauce.[[totally awesomeness]]
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Post by Crane on Aug 5, 2009 1:34:34 GMT -5
c r a n e f e a t h e r .
Nothing in the world is permanent, and we're foolish when we ask anything to last, but surely we're still more foolish not to take delight in it while we have it. If change is of the essence of existence one would have thought it only sensible to make it the premise of our philosophy. ~W. Somerset Maugham
Silverstar let out a disturbing gurgle. The sound echoed in Cranefeather's ears, and set his heart fluttering. This was it. The end of Silverstar. That gurgl was the sound of death. A shining shadow flickered before his eyes, emanating a sense of fury, disaproval... and the most distrubing... pure, raw hatred. The vicious feelings shocked Cranefeather to the marrow. But he blinked, and the terrifying prescence was gone. So was Silverstar. He kicked her. Definitely dead. But how was he meant to feel? He was immensly proud of himself and Riverfleet, having taken down a leader by themselves. And filled with joy - he and Riverfleet would now lead RiverClan. Not long until the forest was theirs, with the fine warriors RiverClan was producing. But Silverstar was a great warrior, even if a weak leader. If only she wasn't appointed deputy so long ago... Then she would still be alive, and hopefully one of Cranefeather's loyallest sidekicks. Speaking of sidekicks... Riverfleet. He didn't know why... But he felt annoyed. Irritated. He decided that there was no point in showing it. This feeling would go away soon. But still, how did one fall asleep during the most momentous occasion of their life? If he had died when Riverfleet was sleeping... Oh well. It was time to hide the evidence, so he picked up Silverstar's scarily limp body in his jaws and flung her effortlessly into the river. "Goodbye, Silverstar," he whispered softly as he watched the blue of silver fur get tossed about in the rough waters. Who knew where Silverstar's body would end up? Hopefully far away. He quickly picked the silver fur out of his claws. "Lets go Riverfleet," he said, exhausted. "Before we're found. We have to lie." He padded towards the camp, not bothering to wait for Riverfleet. She would catch up - suely her little nap had refreshed her strength.
[I'm going to start a thread in the camp where Cranefeather announces Silverstar's death.]
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