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Post by Tants on Jun 30, 2008 11:49:02 GMT -5
The young orange warrior was coughing like mad. Her green eyes shone dimly and blood ran out of her mouth. Yellowsun was gravely ill, and this would be her last day. Finally the coughing dyed down but blackness took the young cat over. Her eyelids slowly fluttered down. "I'm sorry...I... wasn't a good... warrior..." she muttered before the darkness over took her. Her oranger body lied perfectly still.
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Post by cloudstar on Jun 30, 2008 15:12:53 GMT -5
Trappaw stared at the cat. "Yellowsun?" she said quietly, in disbelief. She knew it was no use. Trappaw wanted the sickness to go away. To stop killing her clanmates.
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Post by *Sinister*Dreams* on Jun 30, 2008 21:25:41 GMT -5
Goldstar had recently taken to standing watch over the clan besides the waterfall. It seemed he was trying to stay alert for instances such as this.
"Yellowsun, go easily my friend. You were a wonderful warrior. PewterClan will miss you."
He gently pressed his nose into her fur. After so many deaths, it was beginning to seem old. He flicked his tail.
"Leopardscar? Get another elder and you three go out and bury her. We sit vigil for Yellowsun tonight..."
He looked at Trappaw solemnly.
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