If your character knew him and would care at all about his death, feel free to roleplay finding him, I just couldn't get myself to do a proper RP for this- motivation is so dead right now. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Spiritfalcon ran flank to flank with the wind, carrying familiar scents of pine and marsh with him. He dipped and dove through the undergrowth, taking a deep breath of the floral smell that edged out Shadowclan territory, before giggling and launching himself into the snow there so he was belly up, staring at the skies. Spiritfalcon had always thought himself a restless soul, but when the day was done he was bound to the land he called home. Stars, was he glad to be back to this place. The molted sky was darkening, then, to allow the first and brightest of the stars to make themselves known. He greeted them like friends, reaching a cheerful paw to the sky. The winter frost nipped at his coat, but he only nestled deeper, determined to see the sky darken fully, to see the full night sky before he returned home. It was somewhere between then and the morning when he fell asleep and snow began to fall, covering his dozing form. And not long after that that his flank stopped rising, sleep giving way to death. When he awoke he stepped easily from the snow, face turned skyward. It was odd to move through snow just like that. But the wayward soul saw no reason to take this next adventure as a thing to grieve. He had always wanted to see the stars up close.
Man, I loved playing this man. He's just become very difficult for me to write, motivation or just getting bored of the same personality after a year or so. Im probably done with TFCRP for a bit, but I definitely need a new start at least! Thanks to everyone who made his life what it is- Hazewhim, Lostdove, and his family come to mind mostly! I think he would see the stars as a chance to see everything- an endless adventure. Bye Spir </3
