>>__.I'm.Not.A. Leader.xxIMAMESSxx

[Roxie !]

<sub>A sleek feline form, her pelt a swirl of white and black, crept across RiverClan's isolated camp. She moved with swift purpose, the muscles in her long legs, so exercised from a lifetime of swimming through the raging river that was the Clan's namesake, flexing lithely as she carried herself toward the Tall-Log. Her sleek striped head was raised with new authority as the former deputy carried on, but her deep blue sapphire eyes held fear that she could not let any cat see. She had to stay strong. Re-assure the clan. For the time had come for Badgerstripe to take her position. Too long had the RiverClan leader been missing, in fact, just recently had her body been found. And now it was her responsibility as Clan deputy to take the leader's place. There was only one problem: In no way was she ready in the least for this.

Badgerstripe was still considered to be a young warrior, not even in her twentieth moon. Not even two years old, where as most leaders were usually expected to be twice that age. All she had ever wanted to do was serve the Clan, not lead it. Badgerstripe still couldn't even bring herself to face BloodClan because of her own brother, even though she knew that Frost would tear her apart without even a thought of remorse or hesitation. And now, as a leader, she'd be one of his prime targets. She couldn't raise a claw against her own blood. She couldn't make decisions, she wasn't brave or strong.

Badgerstripe wasn't a leader. She was a mess.[[Tehe Lost Quote, couldn't resist.]]

Still, the very same femme who's insecurities rose so strongly inside of her leaped upon the log, her newly-cleaned pelt sparkling with the new day. She had to stay strong, or at least seem to. For RiverClan.

"All cats old enough to catch their own prey report to Tall-Log for a Clan meeting!"

As she tried to fight the note of panic from her voice, Badgerstripe sighed. Moons ago, she would have never even dreamed that these words would ever leave her slender ivory maw.</sub>

[le Dawnz]

The familiar black pelt of a young warrior slunk from the Warrior's Den at the call of their new leader. Her coat was sleek and shined from a recent grooming. It had already shed it's thick winter coat that had kept her warm during even the coldest nights. Many knew her mother, and all knew her siblings. While one was considered a traitor, the other was the one that they would now have to follow. For she was the very one standing on High Log calling for her first clan meeting.

The young she-cat was always told how much she resembled her mother, Shadowflight, whom had tragically died in a flood when the three were mere kits. After grieving, they'd luckly been able to move on quickly. Yes, it was true that she looked much like her mother, except for her eyes. Her eyes were considerably odd, for they were pink. It had been her eyes that had led their mother to name her Rosekit. Now as a full grown warrior, she was known as Rosebloom, a very fitting name for the beautiful she-cat.

She shouldered her way past other warriors, being careful of kits and elders. Rosebloom wanted to get to the front as quick as she could. The she-cat knew how Badgerstripe must be feeling at that moment, and she wanted to be there to comfort her and cheer her on if she needed it. It's what the tabby had done for Rosebloom when she had been in a rather similar situation.

At that moment, Rosebloom was reminded of a particular ThunderClan tom. She and Foxtail had only been apprentices when they had first met. And what they had wasn't exactly what you would call 'love at first sight'. They had despised each other with every bit of fury in their bodies. They had met in battle, head to head, then had been forced to flee when a fire struck the forest. The clans had had to learn to get along until the forest was safe to return to. It had nearly killed Rosebloom and Foxtail to try to keep from arguing over every thing however small, but it had been quite amusing to Badgerstripe. She'd seen it from the beginning.

Not the fondest memories they shared, but it was always fun to look back and see how much they had changed. However, this wasn't the time to reminise, which the femme seemed to be doing a lot lately. This was a time to be there for her sister. Badgerstripe wasn't the type to think highly over herself. Rosebloom knew her sister all too well, and knew she'd be terrified of her new duties and confused. It was her job as a sister to help and be there for her when she was needed. Rosebloom planned to do exactly that, as she gazed up at her sister's familiar form above the gathering cats.

[le Dawnz]

Along with Rosebloom came Lunarstone, a calico tom who had come to RiverClan a while after his mate, Shadeheart, had abandoned her own life in ThunderClan to be with her sister, Trixiepelt. Soon after joining the clan, Shadeheart had given birth to Lunarstone's kits. But something was on the prowl to ruin everything they had for each other. A voice started speaking to Shadeheart, telling her that Lunarstone was trying to sabotage her life in RiverClan. This caused many problems with the two. But somehow they made it through and Lunarstone joined RiverClan to be with his mate.

Their kits grew to be apprentices. However, Sleetpaw had been cursed with a disability. She was blind. The parents hadn't noticed it at first, because all kits are born blind. But soon after her eyes opened it became rather obvious. She struggled through kithood, forcing herself to brush off all the snide remarks made by other kits. But her siblings were very protective of her and always kind. During sometime in her late apprenticeship, she was almost ready to give up on becoming a warrior when she had a dream. StarClan spoke to her, telling her she still had a grand destiny, and that something wonderful would happen. The next morning when she awoke, she could see!

Now Sleetghost, a full-grown warrior and believer of StarClan, padded beside her father, whom had been one of the most grateful cats the day she gained her eyesight, as they joined Rosebloom at Tall Log, gazing up at Badgerstripe.

[le Dawnz]

-bumps for no reason to make site seem activer-

[Roxie !]

OOC//Well, this looks like this is as good as its gonna get, and there's no point waiting any longer.

IC//

Shadeheart padded forward and sat on Lunarstone's other side. Daisypelt padded up beside her mother and sat down.((To Clear this up: These two are FROZEN and I wont be playing them, so nobody interact with them. It just doesn't make sense for them to vanish off the face of the earth.))

Long forelimbs stretched, claws extending and allowing the legs to tense to reveal small, but lithe muscles. Muzzle parted to reveal rows of sharp little fangs, a pink tongue curling briefly before the muzzle snapped shut again with a soft click. After she had stretched, Jitterpaw shouldered her way out of the apprentice den, her light brown eyes narrowed in curiosity as she gazed around the camp. A familiar yowl had called a Clan meeting into session, but it was not Morningstar's. For the past moon, the leader had gone missing, and no cat could guess what had happened to her. For half a moment, Jitterpaw had hoped that perhaps Morningstar had returned. But this was clearly not the case. Her clan-mates were gathered around the Tall-Log, gazing up at the slender black and white she-cat who stood before them. It was Badgerstripe; the Clan deputy. Confused and growing wary when she spotted the troubled glimmer in the deputy's eyes, Jitterpaw tilted her head slightly. Padding over to the scene and unsure whether to feel excited or worried, Jitterpaw took a seat beside the warrior Sleetghost, who was sitting with her father nearby.

"What's going on? Why is Badgerstripe calling a meeting? Has something bad happened?!" At the very thought, Jitterpaws soft amber-brown eyes grew huge as she gazed up at the warriors. Her meow was lowered to a hoarse whisper, but the softer tone didn't stop Jitterpaw from being as talkative as ever. As she waited for an answer, she turned away momentarily to scan the small, huddled crowd for her sister's pelt, light and golden as honey while Jitterpaw's was dark orange like a burning flame. However, it appeared that Honeypaw had not yet arrived.
Where's she gotten off to? Jitterpaw thought, twitching an ear curiously. So far, the RiverClan apprentices had not often been allowed out of camp. After all, they didn't have mentors, so they didn't yet know how to hunt or fight. The first moon of her apprenticeship had more or less been cleaning the bedding from the dens and bringing food to the elders, with the occasional patrol. Maybe Badgerstripe had finally decided to assign mentors, even without Morningstar!



Clearing her throat softly, Badgerstripe gazed down on the small assembled Clan. Deep blue eyes were narrowed into somber slits. The Clan was small, and hadn't exactly been flourishing since their leader had disappeared. But she was determined to renew the strength and glory RiverClan was once known for. That was, if she could survive over five minutes as leader.

"Cats of RiverClan; I call you bearing terrible news." Her voice, unusually formal for a cat like herself, was raised so that it carried over the camp. Badgerstripe paused, hesitating. How did she just tell them all this? They were all looking up at her with genuine curiosity. How could she break such terrible news to them? Faltering for only a moment, she swallowed and went on.

"As you all know, around a moon ago, Morningstar disappeared from the midst of our camp. Today, I have found her, and it grieves me to report that I found her dead. She appears to have been murdered, but the scent has grown stale." Grief etched Badgerstripe's voice as her head bowed, although her sapphire gaze momentarily flashed with anger at the thought of the great leader being slaughtered. The leader had once been her mentor, and then her friend and guide when Badgerstripe became a warrior, until finally, she had become deputy. But there was no time for her to pause. This had to be done with.

"Tonight, as your new leader, it will be my duty to sit vigil with Morningstar until tomorrow, when she is buried. Before then, you will all have your chance to say good-bye. In the morning, I will travel to Highstones, and take with me..." Badgerstripe paused again, scanning the camp. Of course, she'd need to take the two apprentices, since all apprentices had to make their journey to Highstones, and they probably wouldn't get another chance. But it would be best to take a warrior as well. "Honeypaw, Jitterpaw, and Rosebloom will accompany me. I am trusting the rest of you with the duty of protecting the camp."

With those words, Badgerstripe lingered for a moment, waiting for a response form the Clan. She was sure they would be shocked, and silently cursed herself for being so blunt. But she had to appear strong, and take care of the clan before she could grieve. Her head spun with all the things that needed to be done. Sit vigil with Morningstar's body, get herbs for the journey, travel through WindClan territory to get to Highstones, actually receive her nine lives, and then get back to assign a deputy and a few mentors and well...take care of just about everyone. Badgerstripe wondered uneasily if Morningstar had ever felt this frightened.

[le Dawnz]

((OOC>> 'Bout time. And yeah, that's true. At least for now it is. But nice timing, I have NO muse. -rolls eyes- I'll try anywayz.))

Rosebloom smiled and nodded briefly to Shadeheart and Daisypelt as they joined the small group in the front of the clan, but returned her gaze to her sister standing atop Tall Log quickly as she waited for her to begin. Jitterpaw, a jumpy little apprentice, bounced up on Sleetghost's other side. The black warrior ignored her whispered question, taking for granted that since Sleetghost had been asked, Sleetghost would be the one to answer. Instead, she kept her focus on Badgerstripe.

The tabby's sibling could sense the tension spreading through the crowd as they all looked up, gazing upon the clan's deputy and wondering what in the world she was doing since it was usually only the clan leader who called meetings. She could also sense the tension that coursed through Badgerstripe's veins as well as her own. It was plain to see that she was nervous, and feeling rather down. Or at least, it was to Rosebloom, whom had known her sister from the moment she was born and could tell what the she-cat was feeling just by standing next to her. Badgerstripe had failed many times at concealing her feelings from Rosebloom, just as she had failed when trying to conceal hers from Badgerstripe. So Rosebloom just waited. Waited for the new leader to announce the terrible news that has befallen RiverClan.

Sleetghost looked down as an orange blur appeared beside her. Blinking, Jitterpaw's figure became clear once she stopped moving, which was something the apprentice didn't do much. More or less, Sleetghost had a soft spot for the overly eager she-cat, and she was rather fond of both her and her sister, Honeypaw. She'd kept a close eye on them ever since their mother, whom had been a close friend of Sleetghost's, died. The grey tabby had always hoped that she could be one of their mentors. She would have enjoyed training the hyper ginger apprentice to fight and hunt. But unfortunatly, Morningstar had disappeared before she'd been able to assign menors. Which was extreamly unusual because most apprentices have their mentors chosen for them at the time of the cerimony. Hopefully Badgerstripe would have some answers to where Morningstar might be.

"What's going on? Why is Badgerstripe calling a meeting? Has something bad happened?!" Jitterpaw asked, quiet but fast. Sleetghost shushed her and rasped her tongue over the top of the apprentice's head roughly but lightly. "I don't know. We'll find out in a moment." she replied calmly. She almost never lost her head around any of the clan members. She had a great amount of patience. Being blind had taught her that.

From within the shadows behind the nursery, a small, honey-colored she-cat appeared. She raised her head to the deputy's call, then joined the rest of the gathering cats. She looked around for her sister's familiar face, but her vision was blocked by the rest of the clan as they began to clump together. She receided to the back of the cluster, and treaded lightly around it until Jitterpaw's flame-red pelt caught her eye. She trotted toward her quietly, settling beside her as the warrior beside her, Sleetghost, turned her head back to Tall Log. She didn't even get to ask what was going on before Badgerstripe began.

"Cats of RiverClan; I call you bearing terrible news. As you all know, around a moon ago, Morningstar disappeared from the midst of our camp. Today, I have found her, and it grieves me to report that I found her dead. She appears to have been murdered, but the scent has grown stale." The deputy paused as a ripple of astonishment and grief ran through the crowd. Honeypaw took it all in stride, her expression remaining black. Her ears flickered as she listened to the murmuring of Sleetghost and Lunarstone, as well as the others of the clan. She noticed, however, that Rosebloom remained silent. She must have already known. the she-cat thought.

She lifted her gaze back to the newly appointed leader as she continued. "Tonight, as your new leader, it will be my duty to sit vigil with Morningstar until tomorrow, when she is buried. Before then, you will all have your chance to say good-bye. In the morning, I will travel to Highstones, and take with me..." Her gaze swept over the crowd. "Honeypaw, Jitterpaw, and Rosebloom will accompany me. I am trusting the rest of you with the duty of protecting the camp." Honeypaw blinked, then slowly nodded. On her other side, Rosebloom nodded, more to herself then anyone else, then stood to join her sister at the base of Tall Log. Honeypaw's gaze rested upon Jitterpaw, waiting to see her reaction.

[Roxie !]

OOC//Ehhz, dun worry, I'm museless too ><. 'Sides, your post was long! That was at least 2 paragraphs per character, so yeah.

IC// Jitterpaw's claws dug into the sandy ground in anticipation, her curiosity still left unsatisfied. Sleetghost had quieted her with a few re-assuring words and a rasping lick, but the apprentice still burned with questions. She glanced up at the warrior, her brown eyes widening. For once, the young ginger she-cat decided to keep her mouth shut, though it proved to battle her naturally talkative personality. In the end, Jitterpaw was left with her jaws clamped shut, anxiously glancing around the camp as if she hoped to find the answers hidden somewhere in the camp's shadows.

At that moment, a sleek honey-colored apprentice padded over to Jitterpaw's side. She shot her sister, Honeypaw, a excited and confused glance, brushing her pelt briefly against the other apprentice's in greeting. Somehow, through all of this, she still managed to remain silent. Or perhaps it was just the fact that at that moment, Badgerstripe had decided to begin. Jitterpaw snapped her head back to face forward, whiskers quivering in anticipation as she gazed up at the deputy in curiosity.

As the black-and-white striped she-cat began to speak, Jitterpaw's eyes widened further, if this was even possible by this point. She could feel the fur along her spine and on her wirey tail bristling in shock at the news. She hadn't known Morningstar for very long, seeing as the leader disappeared shortly after Jitterpaw was made an apprentice. But even so, she recalled the memories of her kit-hood, when she had admired and respected the calico leader. It had all seemed so secure and stable. But now, it was like StarClan themselves had sent the raging rivers of their territory to whisk Jitterpaw off of her ginger paws.

She gasped softly, her tail lashing in disbelief as she turned to Honeypaw in shock. She felt her head whirring in grief and shock. All of this was happening so fast, and it was too much to take in all at once. Her sister had already turned toward her to speculate her reaction, so Jitterpaw met her gaze with fear and confusion. Ears flattening against her head, Jitterpaw felt a shiver run down her spine. By now, her paws were aching, and she quivered slightly as she crouched beside Honeypaw.

"W-what?" The stunned rhetorical question that she had murmured was only a warning sign of one of the ginger she-cat's common rants. "Morningstar is dead?! How could this happen?! Who could have done it? Who would do such a thing? Don't leaders have nine lives? I...I thought..." Her uncertain fear was noted clearly in her voice. While Honeypaw usually chose to remain guarded and quiet in situations like these, Jitterpaw's energetic curiosity would turn her into a full-swing chatterbox.

"I thought Morningstar had to be one of the strongest cats in the forest..." Suddenly and uncharacteristically, her voice dropped to a very quest level, her brown eyes lowering from Honeypaw's gaze to the ground. Jitterpaw bowed her head, still partly stunned, her ginger tail drooping.



As the meeting ended and the RiverClan cats began to converse among themselves, Badgerstripe sighed softly. It was a weary, defeated sigh that seemed to make her whiskers droop, one that she hoped no one would hear over the murmuring meows of shock and sadness that now filled the camp. Turning, she leapt down from the Tall Log, her sapphire-blue eyes fixed on the ground as she slowly made her way over to her sister's position. Raising her head, Badgerstripe met Rosebloom's gaze wordlessly, her gaze betraying all of the hurt, shock, and uncertainty that was making her head spin. How was she ever supposed to lead a whole Clan? What if she let them all down? What if she...failed?

[le Dawnz]

For a moment, Honeypaw didn't dare speak. She let the shock her sister was obviously feeling sink in. "Wha-at?" Jitterpaw said, hardly turning to look at the lighter apprentice. She had crouched low to the ground, look as if she were about to pounce on a mouse. Except her haunches were too relaxed to spring without possibly straining something. Honeypaw swept down beside her sister, pressing her pelt against Jitterpaw's and watching the gold and ginger fur mix. "Morningstar is dead?! How could this happen?! Who could have done it? Who would do such a thing? Don't leaders have nine lives? I... I thought..." Honeypaw's sibling paused. "I thought Morningstar had to be one of the strongest cats in the forest..." Her voice dropped, slightly surprising the golden she-cat. She pushed her muzzle into Jitterpaw's shoulder comfortingly.

She waited a few minutes before speaking, gathering what she hoped would be the right words to say to the flame-colored apprentice. "It happens to all of us. We knew one day Morningstar wouldn't be with us anymore, we just didn't know it would be so soon." She hoped she wasn't making it worse. "Badgerstripe will be a great leader. And at least now we know where Morningstar was. Don't you feel better knowing she was with StarClan rather then thinking she might have been kidnapped, or abandoned the Clan?" Honeypaw really hoped she was making things better instead of worse. At least she was trying.


Rosebloom met Badgerstripe's eyes as they approuched one another. Seeing all the hurt and the fear in her sister's eyes was enough to break her heart. She gazed sympathetically at the leader before reaching out to lick her ear comfortingly. "I'm sorry." said Rosebloom. The black warrior knew that Morningstar had been the tabby's mentor. And she knew that Badgerstripe was scared out of her wits by the thought of leading the clan alone. But she didn't have to be alone. Rosebloom would always be right there with her. She hoped Badgerstripe knew that.

OOC: Gaaaah that SUCKED.

[Roxie !]

Light brown eyes that formerly held such a sparkle now stared lifelessly at the ground. Jitterpaw barely moved as Honeypaw pressed her muzzle into her shoulder save for a grateful flick of one of her wildfire-hued ears. A comforting meow sounded close to her, and she took in her sister's well-meant words for a moment with a sigh. Jitterpaw supposed that Honeypaw was right, at least Morningstar was in a better place. But was it really a better place if her clan-mates weren't there with her? And if it was, what happened to the rest of them? It didn't seem fair. It didn't make sense! Jitterpaw gripped the ground with her claws. This was all happening so fast..too fast. But Honeypaw was only trying to make her feel better, and Jitterpaw didn't want to worry her anymore. She guessed that Morningstar's death had affected her as well; she'd have enough on her mind without having to worry about her sister. So the ginger she-cat looked up and forced a weak smile, trying to appear as though Honeypaw's words had brightened her spirits slightly.

"Yeah, your right...thanks." Jitterpaw said, her ears twitching uncomfortably. Even if Honeypaw could see through her emotional disguise, she hoped that the golden she-cat would pick up on the fact that Jitterpaw had decided not to talk about it anymore. She turned away to hide her emotions, pretending to be interested in the new leader and her black-pelted sister. "I guess we should say good-bye." Jitterpaw mewed quickly, obviously referring to Morningstar. She quickly got to her paws, motioning with her tail to Honeypaw, before she began to pad toward the crowd of cats huddled around the body, her eyes narrowed.

"I'm sorry"

At this, Badgerstripe couldn't bring herself to smile. She merely looked on gloomily, though her dark blue eyes sparkled in gratitude for her sister's short but meaningful words. "I know," She told Roseboom slowly. "Me too." She looked over at Morningstar, where most of the Clan had already gathered to say their farewells. Yet, Badgerstripe couldn't bring herself to approach yet. It would be much better to wait until most of them had left. Then she'd sit vigil with the old leader as it was her duty to do. Then, she wouldn't have to hide the immense fear and pain swelling within her from the rest of the Clan.

[le Dawnz]

Honeypaw's golden pelt shivered, feeling a light breeze that chose now to shift through the thick reeds surrounding RiverClan's camp. It felt nice in the blistering heat that was the middle of green-leaf. Jitterpaw had grown increasingly and concerningly quiet. Finally, her flame-colored head turned her way. "Yeah, you're right... thanks." Her words didn't fool the apprentice. She knew Jitterpaw didn't feel much better. But at least she didn't feel worse. Honeypaw understood that she just didn't want to talke about it anymore. The she-cat nodded and joined her sister as the walked toward the body that had been drug into the middle of the clearing for the vigil. She settled herself between Jitterpaw and Daisypelt. Sleetghost was on Jitterpaw's otherside along with Lunarstone and his mate. The silence was something new. Definately not a typical day in RiverClan camp. Although Honeypaw often prefers peace and quiet, this was a little more disturbing then peaceful.

Badgerstripe's blue gaze looked grateful, but overwelmingly sad. "I know." she said. "Me too." Rosebloom nudged her shoulder comfortingly and followed her sister's eyes to Morningstar's corpse and the cats still gathering around it. Badgerstripe didn't join them though. The black she-cat figured her sister would as soon as the crowd dissolved, leaving room for the new leader to mourn for her mentor before the burial the next morning. "Do you want company tonight?" she asked quietly. Perhaps Badgerstripe would feel a little better if she wasn't quite alone while she sat vigil. Although she didn't want to risk unmasking the pain she felt to the rest of the clan, the warrior was her sister and closest companion, as Badgerstripe was to her. But even if she didn't want anyone else around, Rosebloom would respect that.

[Roxie !]

There was a long moment in which Badgerstripe did not speak. She seemed unable to tear her sapphire gaze away from the scene that was taking place a few fox-lengths away, as if looking away would somehow finalize Morningstar's death. It was so hard to take all of this in, and what was more, to hide her grief from the rest of the Clan. Still, she knew that there was no point in hiding her feelings from Rosebloom, for even if she tried, her sister would see through the new leader's mask. Still, she wasn't sure if she wanted the company of someone even as close to her as the black she-cat was. It was too much; the talking, the grief, the comforting. Badgerstripe just wanted to close her eyes and forget it all. To block it all out. But she knew that she couldn't. As painful as it was, she couldn't push everyone away. As a kit, Badgerstripe had lost her mother, and since then several cats had followed. She had learned by now that death was a tricky thing to deal with, and that if it wasn't done right, a cat could become lost in grief and perhaps never completely return. Badgerstripe didn't want to be that cat. And of all the cats in RiverClan, Rosebloom would understand what she felt best of all.

It was because of these thoughts that the black-and-white femme finally turned her gaze away from the fallen leader with a soft sigh, and blinked gratefully at her sister."That'd be good," She mewed quietly, as if her voice had deserted her along with Morningstar. Any softer and it would have been a whisper, but it couldn't be helped. After everything that had happened, Badgerstripe felt both physically and emotionally drained, and could not muster much strength to even speak. "Thank you." She meant it. Though at the moment Badgerstripe was distant and perhaps unreadable save for the sorrowful look in her glassy dark blue eyes, her feelings were audible in those two words alone. Gently, Badgerstripe just barely brushed her two-toned pelt against Rosebloom's, and for a moment, said no more.

"Would you mind...staying with me back here until everyone else has..." She didn't finish, her eyes on the ground now. Most likely, Rosebloom would know what she had been about to say and understand why. Grief was spreading in the RiverClan camp like wildfire, and she somehow felt hesitant to venture near her mourning clan-mates. Besides, it would do them no good to see their new leader's grief. Morningstar would have wanted her to stay strong. To hold out. And she would.

[le Dawnz]

OOC//The quote below reminds me, I need to find that song again. -goes in search of song-

.He'sHereButNotHere...

The black warrior followed her sister's gaze to where RiverClan was gathering around their former leader's corpse. Badgerstripe didn't say anything for a while. Rosebloom didn't expect her to. She let the tabby take her time to answer. It was errily quiet, all except for the rush of the river which seemed to be unaffected by this tradgety. Then finally, Badgerstripe spoke.

"That'd be good." she said, her voice a hourse whisper. "Thank you." Rosebloom felt slightly relieved that she would be allowed to stay with her sister as she sat vigil. She wished there were a way to make her feel even a little better, but she knew that her presense was probably enough at the moment. The siblings' pelts brushed together as they watched their clan-mates mourn. "Would you mind... staying with me back here until everyone else has..." The new leader couldn't finish her sentence, but she didn't need to. Rosebloom knew what she meant. "Of course." She licked her sister's ear gently to comfort her like their mother had when they were kits. Take care of Morningstar, mom. she prayed silently.

...He'sGoneButNotGone.

OOC//It's short and crappy and museless. But whatever. -leaves-