◤★ witwse? : milkyfur's funeral ★◥

Instructions

⚠ TW: Mental Distress, Mental Illness, *Self-Caused Death* (boo scratch that is NOT a bad word) , Anorexia/Bulimia (to come). You have been warned. If any of this triggers you, please leave the story. :TW ⚠ - Bloodwhisper It was a calm day that morning. Too calm. He knew, he knew from the depths of his heart it would not be a great day, it was deathingly instinctual. Sunstrike rushed in, a blur of orange fur as Milkyfur collapsed, a horrible, hollow thud. It was sickening; he couldn't bear himself to watch. He felt nothing but anguish was over his fragile but heavily furred frame. He knew she wouldn't get up. He could smell the panic seeping from every inch of Sunstrike's fur. He felt the usual acid rising to his throat. He was starting to shiver, his mind was clouded with a deep trepidation. He.. he couldn't help but blank out. Dismay. Nothing but dismay. He knew Milkyfur was unwell, but this unwell? No. He couldn't help but feel like vomiting, passionately. No. His mind raced like a thousand mice, struggling free from a small hollow after an apprentice had found a valuable stash. His long ears perked up at every noise, terrified. Sunstrike let out muffled sobs in the corner, blocking his view of his clanmate and close- no, closest friend. He could smell the bitter-sweet stench of deathberry juice in her claws. He would've never thought Milkyfur would've gone this far. He couldn't bear to think any longer. He was drained, and he couldn't process the strain of death-stench in his nose. He needed to let everyone know. He crawled out of the hellhole, dizzy and disoriented, shuffling towards the warrior den, where the strong cats snored, awaiting to be assigned a patrol and others just sleeping in. He was paralyzed. He didn't know how to tell them. A few awake and whispering lifted their heads to say hello or ask what's wrong. He didn't even know where to start, he could feel tears betraying him and sliding down his freshly groomed fur. The warriors who were awake rushed over to him, enveloping him and encouraging him to speak and address the issue. He explained everything that happened, breaking into sobs between every few sentences. Three cried, Two mourned quietly in their nests. One said nothing and started sobbing along him. None asked about any details, about how they would live without her soft, milky scent reminding them about forgotten patrols, picking up prey for them, going on hunts, or doing anything they needed. - Starchstar He was shocked when he heard. He felt.. blown away. The entire clan knew Milkyfur was sensitive, and quite.. unwell to say the least. But nobody expected her to take her own life. Not even StarClan could've predicted that. He needed to have a meeting. "Let all cats old enough to catch prey gather here..." He yowled, alerting all cats nearby. After the clan gathered around the Highrock, he continued "May StarClan light your path, Milkyfur. May you find good hunting, swift running, and shelter when you sleep. An overnight, silent vigil is kept, where cats say their final goodbyes and share tongues one last time. Is there anyone who would like to participate in the overnight vigil?" He awaited a response from the warriors and apprentices, three decided to participate. "Very well. Ryelight and Runnnghare, I suppose I appoint you elders the burial. I will send out a dawn patrol to help you out." He swiftly jumped down from the ledge, his head hung low, dismissing the crowd and allowing everyone to solemnly continue their duties. . End of Event.