Gone to StarClan.

[yellow]

Ivorykit was sitting in her bed when suddenly she was coughing violently. Blood and spit flug out of her mouth. "Momma!" She yowled between coughs. "Sickness! Gotta go!" Ivorykit ran from camp towards a very wet spot. She looked down in despair. The sickness was getting worse. She writhed in pain as the sickness spread throughout her boys. Tears fell out of Ivorykit's eyes. She raised her head and walked closer to the water. Ivorykit laid down slowly. Life slowly ebbed from her. Anger pulsed from her as she let her eyes close. Ivorykit smiled as blackness took over her. "Love you mommy." She whispered.

[/Blue/]

Soaringkit was drowsing peacefully, half-asleep and dreaming of milk, when a terrible sound burst into his slumber. Jerking upright, all sluggishness gone, Soaringkit looked around. By the time he was fully aware and awake, Ivorykit had fled the Nursery. Seeing no immediate threat, Soaringkit let his guard down. "Ivorykit, is that you?" he yawned, blinking slowly. He trudged out, and saw her lying there.

The sickness.

He had heard stories of it. Coughing up blood, the strange smell. But none of the tales had prepared him for . . . this. He didn't think one of his friends would ever get it! Soaringkit had never seen a dead corpse before, so he felt his stomach churn when he saw she was dead. Ivorykits body lay cold and still in the moonlight, looking almost . . . peaceful. But Soaringkit couldn't bear the smell of sickness and death, and the sight of blood all over, and he made it to the bushes before his lunch came up. "Ivorykit . . ." he mumbled sadly, and he bounded to the Leaders Den. He didn't bother yelling for his Leader, he didn't have that time. A life was lost. He walked in tentatively. Soaringkit jabbed his Leader with a claw. "It's Ivorykit, sir." he said. "She's dead."

[Spottednose]

Midnightkit woke up, just in time to see Soaringkit run into the leaders den. What is he doing? She thought to herself. She padded off in the direction of the leaders den, to see what her brother was up to. "Soaringkit, what are you up to?" She asked as she walked into the leaders den. She looked at her brother, then at the leader. "Hello Sir."

((Sorry! Is that better? I guess I forgot to count, and check and see how many sentences I had. XP))

[Marrowbone]

((Spotty, your post is too short. Please go back in and be a bit more descriptive.))


Scythestar sat in the gloom of his den, his back turned towards the kits, his ears flickering like a fly was buzzing about. Suddenly a little paw poked him in his back and he startled, barely managing to keep from jumping from his skin. His head snapped around and he stared at Soaringkit with his huge grey eyes, the black tortiseshell lines on his face forming a skull pattern in the low light. "Oh... Did she?" He muttered lowly, nose scrunching in thought.
"And that..." His eyes narrowed, and he scrambled into a sitting position. "That's it!" His eyes snapped open at once as Scythestar jumped up. He rounded on the kits with a thrashing tail, "How old are you two? Quickly!"

((Me? Not roleplay in a long time? Naaaaw.))

[/Blue/]

"Sorry to wake you, Scythestar. I just couldn't leave her there . . ." he apologized. As to the Leaders words, Soaringkit nodded. "She was coughing up blood and she was in a lot of pain, and then she just... died." he explained, hating to use the word. "I think it was the sickness." he offered. He turned his head, looking back at where Ivorykit lay.

And then Scythestar was yelling at him. Soaringkit leaped back defensivly. His mind was trying to think, counting the Gatherings. 1, 2, 3, 4 . . . and the Medicine Cats had gone to see StarClan a few suns ago. "I-I'm four and a half moons. Sir." he said quickly. Why did Scythestar want to know his age?

[Spottednose]

Midnightkit stared at her brother with wide eyes. "Who was it? Who... died?" She asked. Then she turned to look up at the leader. She nodded, when Soaringkit said that they were four and a half moons old. "Yes, we are four and a half moons old sir. We're brother and sister." She said shyly.

[Marrowbone]

(( I'd like to see three lines of text, Spotted. Keep practicing XD

Soaringkit amuses me. I don't know why.))

"Four and a half moons?" The leader's mismatched paws itched as he hastily padded towards the entrance to his den. "Good. The both of you; Go tell the queens what happened to your denmate, and make sure the elders fetch her body."
Scythestar slipped through the entrance of his den, tail dissapearing into the light, leaving the kits behind.

((ME NO WRITEZ WELL TONITE. Sorry.))

[/Blue/]

(( Thank you! I think . . .))

Soaringkit nodded obediantly. He followed his Leaders out, and started to the Elders Den. "Um . . ." he wasn't sure what to say to the wise, cranky cats. "I'm supposed to tell you that Ivorykit is um . . . well, she's sort of . . . dead. Scythestar said you guys have to uh . . . bury her. I think thats all." he stood there akwardly for another moment, before flicking his eyes over them all and leaving. He felt sadness prick his pelt as he passed her body. He tried to keep his eyes away from her, but he glanced over and sort of wished he hadn't.

As he entered the Nursery he gently woke every Queen and whispered the same thing in their ears. "Ivorykit is no longer with us. She's joined StarClan." the young tom felt he did a better job then he did with the Elders. When he approached Ivorykits mother, he made sure to speak sincerly. "I don't really know how to tell you this, madame, but Ivorykit, your daughter, caught the sickness. Sadly, she is no longer with us. I can tell you that she is in StarClan, and I'm pretty sure Scythestar is letting the rest of the Clan know. I'm really sorry, ma'am." he whispered gently. Then he went out to camp and waited to see what happened.

((Me neither . . . :/ ))