i'm sorry. i have to leave. REMEMBER ME.

[SHADE. :D]

scrawltale

Her pawsteps were cheerful. Brisk and measured. Scrawltale's skinny tail waved slowly from side to side as she walked. The bronze-pelted she-cat lifted her nose as a sudden blast of cold wind hit her square in the face. Scrawltale blinked. Perhaps winter was finally showing it's face. For it had been just like autumn up until that wind had raked her skinny sides. Little did she know that her hourglass was running dry as a bone. Scrawltale shut her eyes tight as the wind returned. Suddenly, her coat was wet. The wind started. She sank her claws into the grass as she was dragged backwards by it's strength. She opened her eyes, to be lost in white. Scrawltale screeched loudly. What was going on? Snow buffeted her from every side. She staggered, wailing, trying to find cover. And then the hail started. Huge, sharp chunks of ice. It sliced her pelt from every side. Scrawltale threw back her head to yowl for help. And a large piece of hail struck her between the ears. Directly between the ears. Her eyes were still open when she collapsed, dead. And the snow began to bury her body.

[Dansen[Mouse]]

~[Brackenfire]~

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It had been moons since her naming ceremony, but at times Brackenfire still felt like an apprentice. She had been hunting when the storm hit and boy, did it hit without warning. The warriors massive coat kept out most of the cold and didn't allow some of the falling hail to hit her, but her head was still vulnerable and she knew that she had to get back to camp. She firmly gripped a fat rabbit in her muzzle and was sad that it would be the last of the plump fresh kill they would have for a while.

Suddenly Brackenfire tripped over something buried in the snow and lost grip of the rabbit which went sliding away under a bush. She yowled in anger and started to dig up what ever was buried in the snow until she caught sight of thin fur and pink skin. She didn't want to believe it but as she uncovered more of the body she found Scrawltale. Dead. The warrior wasn't moving and she felt cold. The rabbit was now the last thing on Breackenfire's mind as she dragged out the body.

"No... Scrawltale, come on, wake up. Scrawltale!" But it was no use. The she-cat was gone. Dead. Brackenfire pushed her noes into the warriors side and said a silent prayer, thanking her for everything she had ever done.

[x.Jolly.x]

I know I can be grumpy,
I know I can be proud.
But overall, I know that
I can be who I need to be.

Salmonpaw

Salmonpaw was out hunting for the clan after he felt the coldness creeping up on the camp. He had known that the clan would need as much food as they could have. All he had managed to catch, though, was two mice.

Salmonpaw was just coming back to the camp when he came across Brackenfire and Scrawltale. He dropped the prey that he held in his mouth and ran over to his grandmother. The little tom usually had held his emotions in, but this time he couldn't. Tears poured out of the little apprentice's eyes as he stared at his deada grandmother. After a little while, his tears dried and he looked up at Brackenfire. 'We should bring her home.' Salmonpaw padded to her head and waited to pick up her after Brackenfire was ready.

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[Dansen[Mouse]]

~[Brackenfire]~

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The warrior barely caught Salmonpaw's words but she nodded her head all the same. She then remembered that Scrawltale was his Grandmother and knew the lose must be hard to him too, maybe harder. The she-cat touched his forehead with her noes and managed a smile even though her eyes were full of sorrow. "Your right. Lets get her back to camp."

She moved to pick up her former mentor but noticed that Salmonpaw had dropped some mice and the snow was quickly burying them. "Go pick up your mice. If the weather keeps up like this the Clan is going to need them." Brackenfire gently grabbed Scrawltale's scruff and waited for the apprentice to grab the mice before she moved towards the camp.

[SHADE. :D]

// Uh, Jolly. Salmonpaw's a MoonClanner. xD