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(Jetstar's Patrol as they make their way towards the camp, unfortunately they come across a sad sight as they struggle on to camp.. Anyone can feel free to join in)
There was a sense of foreboding as Jetstar led her patrol back into the heart of SpringClan. Though the trees looked just the same as ever, it was hard to appreciate and find the beauty in the sakura blooms when every step they made the sucking mud bogged down each step.
And every so often they saw some unfortunate mice or shrews that hadn't escaped the deluge when it happened, their limp bodies half sunken into the muck.
Jetstar's legs were so covered by the muck it was hard to see where mud ended and her natural black markings on her leg began.
But Jetstar kept them pushing on, refusing to give up until she reached camp, or a large amount of standing water. No bog was going to stand in her-
A flash of silver and gray caught Jetstar's eye ahead and her heart jumped into her throat.
"No." She breathed, breaking out into a run, a struggle with the boggy ground, forcing the leader to work harder to move but she sped ahead.
Coming to a sliding halt beside the limp bloated body of Lightstep, tangled in some long grass and flowers.
Jetstar's ears lowered as she bent her head to sniff Lightstep, but it was undeniable.
The she cat was long dead, drowned in the flood, and deposited by the waters to this tangled spot of flowers and greenery.
Jetstar sighed. "I guess she didn't get out in the end." She mumbled. Cardinalsong and Zengarden had reported struggling to try and get her to leave but the older she cat had stubbornly refused.
And paid for it clearly.
(ѕнαdow✩complacentdevil Stygian and Blackberry would have accompanied Jetstar along with anyone else that joins)
The black tom had been silent throughout the journey, ears slightly pressed against his head in grief and discomfort. He had only just recently returned to the home of his family and where he had been raised before the flood had taken away everything he had ever been familiar with; now, seeing the disaster it had become, his heart ached, but not as much as it did when he heard Jetstar's mournful cry and followed her to the sopping body of the elder.
Silver eyes clouded over with grief. What was there to say in this time? One thing came after another and another. It appeared that fate had only unhappiness in store for SpringClan. He glanced over at Blackberry, feeling unbearably ill equipped.
Jetstar swallowed and let out a sigh shifting back. Lightstep was sodden and... it was a horrible sight even the leader felt a little ill at the bloated corpse of the elder.
She wasn't sure they'd be able to ferry her back to the makeshift camp safely without the body... falling apart.
"I think... we may have to bury her here." Jetstar said quietly. Should they fetch Cardinalsong? The last of Lightstep's kits to allow him to share tongues with his mother one last time? Or would the image of the corpse haunt him when he thought of his mother.
She knew Lightstep's health had been ailing, and if Jetstar were to go this way... She'd rather no one see her at all. She knew her brother's pain from losing Satinlights like this, (although hadn't her brother mentioned Satinlights had been found?)
"This is too gruesome for our clanmates." She went on. "We will move her to the most solid ground we can find... and bury her. It won't be proper, but I hope she's been guided to StarClan long before now."
She shuddered at the thought of Lightstep's spirit stuck watching her body decay, waiting for someone to find it. Surely StarClan wouldn't be so cruel.
Stygian glanced at the leader. It had been a long time since he had heeded to the ways of StarClan, but being raised in SpringClan gave him early knowledge he was glad could help him now.
“It’s alright," he placed a feather light reassuring touch to her shoulder with his own, “she’s with our wamior ancestors and will be laid to rest in the home she felt safest in."
The tom glanced around. He was accustomed to the smell and sight of death in all forms considering his history, but rarely had he mourned them.
“It would be perfect..." he muttered aloud, lost in thought, and looked at Jetstar. “What if we made a memorial for her where she’s buried? We could plant a few lotus seeds in the mud, where they thrive best. With a name like Lightstep, their beauty would be fitting and her family could have a place to visit her.“
Jetstar blinked looking over at Stygian surprised when he came over to her and placed a light touch on her shoulder. The leader not realizing she'd been shaking until he did so.
She nodded along as he spoke. "Yes, yes you're right." Jetstar said shaking herself, fighting to find the composure, the poise of a perfect leader. And she was the perfect leader, she had to be. StarClan had chosen her for that reason.
"We'll bury her, hmm, I think there were some lotus blooms around. Maybe some in camp, if we go to camp after burying her we can see how it looks and then bring back some seeds to plant around her burial site." Jetstar said.
The tan and black she cat drew herself up. "All right, well... first and foremost we need to dig." She wouldn't let Lightstep, for all her disagreements with Jetstar, lay out on the open rotting a moment longer. She deserved at least some dignity.
"This spot seems good." Jetstar said after moving to locate a good solid spot and began to dig.
Post by complacentdevil on Oct 30, 2021 16:10:09 GMT -5
Blackberry watched the scene, eerily quiet as he had plodded along with his companions. He was sure they would find death on their travel back, but to find one of their own in such a state was a shattering moment. His throat felt tight and heavy, like someone was stepping on him. The large tom couldnt find the words to put in place of his emotions, so he stayed silent like a rock between the two. He couldnt imagine the pain of drowning. He only hoped that this death was a quick one. With pained eyes he watched the two grieve, his thoughts clouding his own mind. It was only when Jetstar ordered to dig that he really started to move, his large paws scooping up piles of mud as he dug, not stopping even as water pooled into the hole. It was a hopeless effort, but he was afraid to say anything, knowing that staying where she was- Lightstep wasnt doing any better off.
Jetstar curled her lip as water began to come up from their hole. She pulled back as the water rose to where it submerged their forelegs. Making it harder to tell Jetstar's normal black markings from the mud staining her paint.
Soon it was more like she and Blackberry were wading into a small puddle and she reluctantly pulled away.
Her ears flattened as she looked at the watery hole.
She hesitated knowing it was her call if they buried Lightstep in that or not. She certainly didn't wish to have to. But what other choice they had, it was more likely trying to carry the corpse would lead to making it worse.
"I wish I knew how to get water out." Jetstar muttered. Moss was an option but wasting a resource like that made her stomach turn.
Bailing the hole seemed unlikely so the leader let out a sigh. "It'll have to do." She said tail drooping. "Let's place her into the hole and bury her..."
It was awful to have to lay her into water.. but she'd already been in water before. So... it wasn't that different right?
Post by complacentdevil on Oct 30, 2021 20:50:02 GMT -5
"She cant hurt anymore, this will give her the rest she needs," The large tom spoke, quietly deciding it was time to say something. "Youre doing your best." He turned away from the hole, looking towards the sad body that laid on the soggy ground only a few foxlengths away. He made a quick glance back towards his leader, then headed in Lightstep's direction, ready with a heavy heart to put her to rest.
Stygian nodded along to Blackberry's words silently, tossing Jetstar an apologetic look. He hadn't thought the water would have pooled so deep underground. Perhaps it had been a bad idea to suggest it in the first place, but even a watery grave was better than being crowfood for the buzzards that saw Spring's currently flooded grounds as a perfect buffet. Hurrying to assist Blackberry in moving Lightstep into the grave, he did his best to scoop the muddied earth over the hole, filling it and finishing it up. He glanced over at Jetstar. "I'll help you find some seeds to plant. It'll be beautiful when the water clears out." He tried to assure her, though it seemed to fall flat, his often optimistic attitude struggling to maintain itself in this environment.
