[ti]Open[/ti]Running with the stars

[QueenChaos]

Falconwing never expected it.
He had just been sleeping in the small elders den. Then it happened. He just died. His soul slipped out of his body. He hadn't died some violent painful death. No mauling to death, no bleeding out, no violent spasms from Redcough. Just poof. Gone. And of course, his soul just waited there. Some kits ran in, wanting to play, touching their noses to his to try and wake him up. He was stone cold. Mewling in distress, they ran to their mothers. Falconwing's body was brought into the center of camp.

He had died a peaceful death at least. His soul hovered above the few gathered cats, most of them being the kits he had played with. He could see now that he had died. He felt 20 moons younger, though that still left him kinda old. Tears pricked his eyes, falling down into his now star ridden pelt.
StarClan awaited. But he wanted to watch. What would Mothstar say?

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(This is really hard for me. First character I've actually killed off...)

[KingHarry]

At the sound of distressed kits, Mothstar poked his head out of the leader's den. He wasn't the most caring cat in the world, but he wasn't a monster either - if he heard kits in trouble, he would help them. Even if they weren't MothClan kits, Mothstar had basic decency. A kitten in need was not to be ignored.

The cause of this distress was disappointing. Not because it wasn't dramatic, of course - but because it was sad to see Falconwing go. The elder was a member of his clan. Seeing any MothClan cat die was... Well, not upsetting, but Mothstar didn't like it.

"Houndmaw," Mothstar said, grabbing the attention of a passing warrior. "Tell Hailstrike to find some warriors to bury him in the morning. I'll be sitting vigil tonight." That was only right, no? Mothstar had been doing such a thing for every cat that chose to leave their clan to join his own when they died, and he was not going to stop now. It seemed like the respectful thing to do seeing as they had given up their previous lives and decided to believe in him.

Houndmaw nodded and scurried off to find the clan deputy. Mothstar, meanwhile, shot one more lamenting look in the direction of the dead elder before heading in the direction of the nursery - wishing to check on the clan's kits before dealing with anything else.

[Dofferz!]

Smudgekit was not one of the kits to bundle into the elders den, but she poked her head out of the nursery at the sounds of other kit's cries. Many cats were gathering in the center of the camp and she freed herself from her mother's paws and would worm her way through the den entrance and shake out her fur, big eyes trying to see past the bodies of her clanmates without having to go too far or get too close.

she did not get a few pawsteps in before noticing the massive form of her father make his way over to the nurery. Smudgekit scrunched her nose slightly before letting out an exhale an turning her attention towards him. "Mothstar, she began, trotting up to him and hoping to grab his attention less by her voice and more so by cutting her way in front of his paws and blocking his path. ", what are they gathering 'round?" The tortoiseshell was genuinely curious. She just did not want to get in the warriors' ways by being too close. After all, she was just a kit.

[QueenChaos]

Once again, tears pricked Falconwing's eyes. IvyClan had always had ceremonies whenever someone died, honoring the fallen warrior or elder. Even if they did nothing for the clan, they were still honored. It was quit obvious Mothstar didn't know that, but Falconwing didn't get mad. Instead, he floated down to the ground, watching the gathered cats. At least the kits cared...
-I lived a good life, thanks to MothClan.- He thought, -Even if the end wasn't what I expected...-
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