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Pluto sat out in the middle of camp surrounded by puddles, his molten gold eyes turned to the sky. He'd been out here all morning, through the morning rain and till now, when the sun shone through. Blessed be, he thought. The sky garden needed the moister, and so did the land in their barren, concrete home. Brown fur, dark as the shadows in the forest, was soaked to the bone, but he cared not. He'd lost a kit the night before, one that had been entrusted into his paws. He knew. Wanheda had called the kit's name and she'd been no more. Pluto had merely tended to her to the best of his abilities, though he'd known halfway through the night that it was her time, he'd always know such things. Death and he were old friends in that way.
He could just hear his clanmates rising, some he knew would sneer at him for his supposed failings but he knew there had been nothing he could do. When death comes there is little anyone can do, but welcome him with open arms. With a brief prayer to Wanheda to watch over the kit she'd called home, he waited for judgment to pass once again. Molten eyes never leaving the sky's grey clouds, once again hiding the sun's golden light.
(The kit is fake, just one I threw in there for the post but if anyone would like you can claim you were related to her or knew her, doesn't matter. My idea is that Pluto is kind of an outcast, the oddball in ways as he accepts death where most fear it even encourages others to accept death, so some don't like him because they think he's weird, strange, evil, etc. I kind of wanted to do something with that to develop him some more as I haven't roleplayed him much yet and I wanted part of it to be the animosity he has with the clan. If that makes sense?)
He usual kept to himself, and it worked out well for him. Raichi got along well with most of the group, but didn't know anyone intimately - his closest relationship was with Heda Nemesys, and he hardly knew her at all. It served him well to spend time on his own, so he could explore and do as he pleased, but he did like to keep tabs on the rest of the cats. He cared about them, just usually from a distance, since everyone else had a cat they preferred to spend time with, and that was never him.
As he woke, he stretched his spine and parted his jaws in a yawn. After cleaning up his short brown-gray ticked tabby coat, he trotted into the main chamber of the church, glancing about until he caught sight of Pluto. "High Sage Pluto," he called in greeting, with a respectful nod of his head. "How fares the young one?"
He's such and extra child I can't even with him sometimes
Pluto slowly looked towards the new cat, his eyes staying only for a moment before they returned to his every watchful stare down of the sky. "She has been take into Death's arms to return to the honorable Wanheda." No emotion was present in his voice, only a quick summery of the life lost was given before he was slient once more. Oh, how the clan would mourn for one so young, but he knew. Seh wasn't meant to stay for long, only a few moons then to be called home into the welcoming embrace of Wanheda.
Raichi sighed, his whiskers twitching as he shook his head once. "A pity. Her mother will be disappointed," he meowed solemnly. He knew many kits died, it was a fact of life, but that did not make it harder when they had to go. That was one more cat that would never fully join their Coalition; would never race around his paws as an eager tyro or stand by his side in battle as a Combatant, or huddle close and seek shelter as a Charged.
Kits were always the hardest to lose, especially in winter moons. Tyros were in need come spring, especially to help restock the prey and herb piles. They were vital in replenishing the clans stocks both in supplies and able bodies. Many death accourd in winter, elders and kits the most numerous with kits being the most devasting. Pluto nodded his head to Raichi, "mothers always mourn the longest. They have the most dificult time accepting the lose of the young one." He was almost shocked that the other tom wasn't acting spiteful towards him as many would.
He nodded. "They have other kits, you would think that would be enough," he remarked. Single-kit litters were rare, after all, and some of the kits would likely make it to adulthood. "Well, you did what you could; it happens. Have you had anything to eat yet? You must have been up a long time keeping an eye on the kit."
"No, I am in the process of fasting." It was part of his mourning process; he wouldn't eat the day following the death which last from sunrise to sunset as well as not sleep for that time as well. It was almost superstious of him, but it was how he'd dealt with every death he'd ever borne witness too and it seeme dto please Wanheda, so he continued the process. Pluto turne dto teh cat, "but I will join you for your meal if you do not mind."
"Hm. Well, you're welcome to watch if it doesn't tempt you from your holy vow," he agreed with an amused twitch of his whiskers. Fasting made very little sense to him, but it wasn't his business either. He would just avoid it as much as possible - he liked food. He strolled over to the remainder of the last patrol's catch and nosed through it, then selected a rat and carried it back toward Pluto.
"No, it shall not, but I thank you for your concern." He dimissed the amusement he spotted on the tom's face, and merely followed the other to the kill pile. Pluto took a seat next to Raichi, eyes drawn to their surroundings. There was water everywhere from the rain, a good representation of the mourning process for some. To cry as the sky had and then allow the emotion to sit for some time before drying up the tears.
He sat down and tore into his prey, chasing thoughts of kits from his mind in favor of enjoying his prey. He had already moved on from the loss that struck the group - since he'd never really met the kit before, it meant little to him to have lost it, for all his words. His tail swished as he ignored the tom until he was partway through his prey; then, swallowing, he spoke again. "Well, it's a new day. Time for a fresh start and to move on. I don't see why you don't eat, though - it's a fine way to start a day."
"A death must be honored by all in some means. I have already accepted the kit's lost, but to show her honor and respect for the time she had here, I take a vow of mourning. It is something that I have always done, for every death I have encountered. A vow of fasting, prayer and vigial." He would not sleep tonight as part of his vigial just as he hadn't slept last night after the kit had passed. Pluto's vow would last until sunset, upon which he'd bury the body if it hadn't been done yet by the family, and say his final prayers for the young one's soul and spirit.
"I don't see how refusing to eat or sleep honors the kit at all. If anything, it just makes you more likely to join her. Starvation isn't a pretty way to go either." Raichi shook his head as he dug into his prey again. He hadn't intended to commenting on the strange practice, but he found he couldn't resist. It just made little and less sense for him to honor death by jeopardizing ones own health; shouldn't they rejoice with life instead, and be thankful that they still possessed it?
Not all understood, and yet it had never detoured him for his practice. With a simple nod of acknowledgment, Pluto settled down with his paws underneath of him and his tail wrapped around him. He's thin, sometimes looks like a skeleton in the right lighting, but nothing he is too concerned with.
"Do you make it common practice to torture yourself watching others eat while choosing not to partake yourself?" A curious voice asked as Amulius padded over having only heard the tail end of the conversation. He knew nothing of the kit the High Priest had lost, having little involvement with the day to day happenings. Often an occurrence had to be major to even catch a bit of his attention. He was coming in from a late night, or early morning one could call it.
"I told him not to watch, he didn't listen," Raichi responded with a twitch of his ears. The question wasn't directed at him, but he felt the need to defend the fact that he was teasing Pluto with his prey - he had warned the High Sage beforehand he was going to be eating.
He was skinny, somedays he looked as though he was merely skin and bone, but Pluto merely nodded his head in greeting to the other cat. "Good morning, Amulius." The tom knew what he'd gotten himself into years ago when he'd started his vow back when he'd lost his first patient and had been too sick to eat, too in shock to sleep, and too devoted to stop praying. It was something he found comfort in doing now, a habit just as much as it was a way to honor the ones that had passed. "I do not find it as torture but as a way of devotion and honor for those who have fallen before me."
