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Songfeather
She/her l 20 Moons l Warrior
Songfeather guessed the apprentice's name right at least. "Name's Songfeather." she purred quietly and flicked her ears. Her gaze followed the green eyed cat as they first dipped their paw in the pond and then to the grave to pay their respects. As she watched, Songfeather started to think again. Sorrow filled her heart as her sisters dissappearence crossed her mind. Songfeather didn't know if she was dead or just living somewhere else. Did she even want to know? If she knew her sister was dead, it would maybe give her some weird sort of peace. But what if she just had left the Clan to live as a kittypet for example? Just a hint of shame shivered through her body. No, that didn't sound like her sister. Songfeather closed her eyes and lightly shook her head before looking up to the stars and then back to Seapaw who was on his way back to her. "My condolences if you have recently lost a loved one." the beige cat meowed with a low voice, a bit unsure what else to say right now. She just sat quiet for a few moments before she tilted her head slightly and looked at the apprentice. "Maybe we could just sit for a little while and remember our lost clanmates, hm?", she gave him a friendly smile again. The young cat seemed nice, she could absolutely talk more to him if it were under other circumstances. But right now, she didn't want to disturb the other mourning cats or anger Stormstar even more.
Seapaw
he/they - 8 moons - Go with the flow
He dipped his head, agreeing. "Mine to you too." Though he didn't know any of the fallen, it almost felt like he did. It was like when his mother went missing - he couldn't imagine how their kin felt right now.
`~Owltalon
She, Her\Deputy\46 moons\Riverclan
"Are you listening, starchild?"
Purrks: Agatha Kitty [ACTIVE]
- - - TAKES PLACE AT A DIFFERENT TIME THAN THE VIGIL
The deputy padded in with a brisk pace, the body of Catfishwhisker laying on her back. She could only hope that Rosehawk was on her heels to assist her with the herb finding, it would certainly save her a headache.
Blades of grass sliced into her thick fur and tickled at her paws as she padded through low fog that stretched across the meadow and rippled like a cloak with each gust of wind. She was aware that a vigil was held recently, and it was sad another death had to come for Riverclan so soon. The deputy opened her mouth and lifted her soft pallet, hoping to catch the scent of lavender or rosemary. Berryshine also recommended some mint if it was available. Ha, she was so grateful for them. Cobwebfern was shaping up to be a pretty great apprentice as well.
Suddenly, the tabbys pace slowed to an even stop, gently bending down to place Catfishwhisker on a bed of grass, her large frame suddenly disappearing under fog before her silhouette came back into view, the lump of Catfishwhisker no longer distorting her shape.
She felt as though she smelt some lavender or rosemary near here, which was good since she didn't wish to wander so far from Catfishwhisker. While she doubted there were any vultures in the area, she wasn't about to risk loosing a body in this maze of fog and endless grass.
An amber eye turned to Rosehawk, her expression slightly grim. "I'ight chap, ya ready ta go herb huntin'?" A tone of humor trinkled into her raspy voice. Owltalon herself wasn't sure what these herbs smelt like (stars, she should've asked...) but Rosehawk seemed to know a thing or two about herbs, so perhaps she could ask her. Lavender, Owltalon knew that one. It had an oddly natural sweetness to it, unlike a usual herbs earthy or bitter smell.
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