Post by silverfang218 on Mar 28, 2018 22:22:08 GMT
It had been more swift than the fire that had taken their home from them, and it had crept up on Barkfur silently, like a skilled hunter stalking its prey. Larkbeat and Beetlepaw had tried their best, but there had been nothing they could have done. It had started as a mild fever, which Barkfur ignored completely as he is known to do. It hadn’t hindered him and he hadn’t been coughing so it likely wasn’t greencough. Probably something minor.
Eventually, he started feeling weak and shaky; it was at this point that Rivershine had noticed and forced him into the medicine cat den. From there, he only got weaker and weaker. He hated this like nothing else; he was suppose to be the strong one, the one who could go out and hunt for his clan, the one who could protect his sister. He knew that she was scared out of her wits for him, and he couldn’t blame her. This wasn’t the way that he wanted to die; he had always figured he would die in a fight (likely one he started, if we are all honest here). Laying here in the medicine den wasting away for days until finally dying was a hellish punishment for the ansty warrior, though he didn’t once complain about it. He laid in silence unless specifically engaged by some cat.
A couple days had passed, but today Barkfur struggles to even hold his eyes open. The struggle only lasts a few hours before Barkfur gives up, allowing his eyes to slide shut. His breathing slows, then finally stops. Gone, just like that.
After a moment, Bark feels a tug on his scruff. He looks up, finding that he can stand rather easily despite the illness that had been holding him down all this time. His eyes find Tinytail’s, a cat he hadn’t seen for a very long time. He recognized the she-cat from her time as an elder, but now she looks… young? Young and almost glowing, but there’s a sad smile on her face. With a dip of her head, the calico indicates for Bark to look down. When he does, he stifles a gasp. They are standing in the medicine den still, but his body is on the ground next to them. When he looks down at his paws, he’s even more shocked to find little stars glowing in his fur. He looks back at Tinytail and opens his mouth to speak, I can’t die now! I have to look after Rivershine; we need each other! But the words died on his tongue. The look on Tiny’s face gave him no room to argue. He was dead, and there was nothing either of them could do to change it.
His expression, which has been nearly unreadable due to the amount of emotions running through his head, settles into acceptance though grief is evident. Not for himself, but for Rivershine; the siblings had been close. She’ll probably find some way to blame herself. Tell herself that if she had seen that I had been ill a bit sooner, I could have been saved. She’ll be angry at me next time we meet though, of that I have no doubt. With a nod, Barkfur moves to follow the calico; Tinytail leads him away from the den and into the sky to rejoin with her fellow starry cats. They gained a clanmate today.
Eventually, he started feeling weak and shaky; it was at this point that Rivershine had noticed and forced him into the medicine cat den. From there, he only got weaker and weaker. He hated this like nothing else; he was suppose to be the strong one, the one who could go out and hunt for his clan, the one who could protect his sister. He knew that she was scared out of her wits for him, and he couldn’t blame her. This wasn’t the way that he wanted to die; he had always figured he would die in a fight (likely one he started, if we are all honest here). Laying here in the medicine den wasting away for days until finally dying was a hellish punishment for the ansty warrior, though he didn’t once complain about it. He laid in silence unless specifically engaged by some cat.
A couple days had passed, but today Barkfur struggles to even hold his eyes open. The struggle only lasts a few hours before Barkfur gives up, allowing his eyes to slide shut. His breathing slows, then finally stops. Gone, just like that.
After a moment, Bark feels a tug on his scruff. He looks up, finding that he can stand rather easily despite the illness that had been holding him down all this time. His eyes find Tinytail’s, a cat he hadn’t seen for a very long time. He recognized the she-cat from her time as an elder, but now she looks… young? Young and almost glowing, but there’s a sad smile on her face. With a dip of her head, the calico indicates for Bark to look down. When he does, he stifles a gasp. They are standing in the medicine den still, but his body is on the ground next to them. When he looks down at his paws, he’s even more shocked to find little stars glowing in his fur. He looks back at Tinytail and opens his mouth to speak, I can’t die now! I have to look after Rivershine; we need each other! But the words died on his tongue. The look on Tiny’s face gave him no room to argue. He was dead, and there was nothing either of them could do to change it.
His expression, which has been nearly unreadable due to the amount of emotions running through his head, settles into acceptance though grief is evident. Not for himself, but for Rivershine; the siblings had been close. She’ll probably find some way to blame herself. Tell herself that if she had seen that I had been ill a bit sooner, I could have been saved. She’ll be angry at me next time we meet though, of that I have no doubt. With a nod, Barkfur moves to follow the calico; Tinytail leads him away from the den and into the sky to rejoin with her fellow starry cats. They gained a clanmate today.
