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Post by neverstarstar on Apr 10, 2020 12:14:03 GMT -5
She stood over the tiny grave with dirt splashed in her white and gray fur. The young witch felt old beyond her years as she stared down at the burial place for one of WinterClan's newest kits. Stormsurge had lost a kit in her kitting and the queen had almost drawn blood when Earlybloom had suggested they bury poor Yellowkit, it had made Earlybloom feel wretched. Being a witch was a beautiful, honoring thing, up until an innocent life was ended and it fell to Earlybloom to bury the body. That's when she felt like an angel of death. She couldn't stop feeling that hush that fell over the clan as she left with the limp bundle of fur. Or the almost accusatory look in the eye of Stormsurge as her son, Tundrapaw, stopped her from following the witch and the kit.
"Persephone," she mumbled, looking up at the churning sky as the cold rain began to fall. It wasn't quite ice, but it froze her through all the same. The grave quickly grew muddy and stained her fur more but Earlybloom didn't move. Instead she let the cold and mud in and tried to clear her mind of the memories.
"Hmh. It's a shame. Poor little tyke." Frostcloud spoke behind the witch, staring passed Earlybloom and at the pile of dirt where a small body was buried beneath it. The white Knight's words weren't very gentle but genuine. It was always a time of grieving when a clan member died, no matter how young and small. "Didn't even get a chance at life."
Wintrystar had come to watch the funeral of one of their youngest members. Each act that died received one, even if their life hadn't been long in this world. All they waited for was the Knight of the Stars to arrive to help sit watch over the deceased. She sat with Earlybloom as they waited for the rest of the family to arrive for the small ceremony. It wouldn't last long, just the prayer to the Moon Goddess and then if the family would like to make a speech.
Polarblast had come to wish his young sibling a safe journey to the stars. Yellowkit would be one of the first to rest with their Moon Goddess. The moon wouldn't be high in the sky for some time now, but dusk was a fine time to do the funeral.
Snowbunny felt anxious walking forward, he just about teared up seeing the dead tyke in front of him. How could this happen? He flinched away from the thought, if he kept searching for an answer he would be walking into an endless fog that would never yield any answers. He had never personally heard of a stillborn tyke, in the Regime just having a kit was rare, but for them to not survive birth was even rarer. Everyone in WinterClan seemed far more composed than he expected as he wiped at his tears.
He came up beside Earlybloom and carefully pressed his paw against the dirt, closing his eyes in order to rely only on his touch. Opening them he looked back at Earlybloom, "We can't bury her in a puddle of rain water," Snowbunny said gently, "We'll have to create an above ground grave." He wiped the water from behind his bangs once more. He took a breath recomposing himself and pointed to the more earthy rock area of the burial grounds, "over there. I'll make a nest for her to rest peacefully in."
At the end of the day funerals tended very little to the dead and were all for the benefit of the living. For the mother to see her kit lying peacefully in a nest one last time and for those who wanted to grieve with her to give departing gifts to have that last chance to feel a part of the kits life was essential. It was about helping people move forward in the grieving process.
Stormyblizzard stood beside Wintrystar with a look of sadness, this was not something she would wish upon even her worst enemy, a loss such as this impacted the while of the clan, the mother carrying the largest part of that pain. Yellowkit will not feel the pain brought on in this world, but the memory of his too short life would leave many to mourn for some time.
Chesnutpaw has been uncharacteristically quiet at Earlybloom's side, her pale green gaze dull. This would be the first of many deaths the Pupil would see in her lifetime. It common knowledge that she would eventually witness death in her life time, she just did not expect the first to be a kit. Snowbunny's voice broke her from her deep, somber thoughts, bringing her glassy gaze up to find his. She followed the direction of his words, spotting the new spot he recommended for burial.
"Let's wait for Stormsurge and Basiliskvenom before we move her." She finally spoke up, though her words were quiet and barely audible over the soft padding of rain drops on the earth around them. "It wouldn't feel right to move her without them present." Her gaze shifted off to the distance, not looking at anything in particular. She knew that this passing was particularly hard on Stormsurge, so she could only imagine how hard it would be to leave her living kits for even a few moments to bury Yellowkit.
