Post by Cami on Sept 20, 2013 22:55:32 GMT
Note: I asked Professor_Llama, and she's allowed me to kill of Grayfish. I am doing this for numerous reasons, and will gladly answer any questions in the comments. But now, let's watch him die. <3
Grayfish restlessly wrestled his nest. His entire body ached in soreness, and he felt as if he were made completely of marsh water. An abhorrent feeling thrilled under his belly. It churned in his belly and created a dizzying sensation that tingled at his paws. Grayfish felt it all, despite being deep into elder slumber, and repelled the thought of opening his blue eyes. An awareness was stuck in his mind. He believed that if he even peeked open his clouded blue eyes, a terrible outcome would barrel into him.
The gray tabby tom rolled over with a huff. The stubborn noise was hoarse and rough, a sound that could send any cat's fur rippling in discomfort. The dizzying sensation flooded through his body once again. It took much more effort this time to keep his eyes closed. He felt as though a cat was sticking their claws into his chest, trying to suffocate him with the strength of StarClan. It was harder to breath with each passing moment, but all the same, he was breathing just fine.
In the midst of his spasm he managed to creek open his eyes. Before him was a dark shadow, eerie and resembling a silhouette in the gloom of his den. Grayfish's eyes rounded into circular moons as he attempted to stumble to his paws. Inevitably he failed and allowed his legs to buckle from underneath him. Wearily he looked up to the cat, and was shocked to see an ashy blue pelt form from the shadows.
"It's time, Grayfish." Came a soft mewl. Grayfish lay in his nest, eyes round with shock, and maw ajar. "Don't stare at me like that, you silly tom! You'll catch flies!" The she-cat purred in amusement.
In an instant, Grayfish felt the rush of adrenaline he had only felt as an apprentice. "Mintshine!" The old tom purred rustically. He rushed up to his deceased mentor and rubbed his cheek along her jawline. "It's so good to see you again!" Mintshine smiled softly to Grayfish, her bright blue eyes flickering with the ancient knowledge of the stars. "It's time that you see the rest of your family, Grayfish. It's time that you join us in StarClan."
Grayfish could only release a sad sigh. He knew that with his old age, and weary state, he was in no shape to carry on with the daily routines of a medicine cat. His apprentice, Sky_, would do just fine in succeeding his role. "I'm absolutely fine with that," Grayfish breathed, watching as his pelt began to gleam with starlight, and his solid gray pelting began to fade into a clouded, silvery-tabby coat.
A cat whom owns a pelt of gray with the quick wits of a fish, and a tongue as sour as marshy water will reign over RiverClan as their cat of herbs. Long shall he live, and long shall he rest. The fish of gray will be remembered throughout the stars for his undeniable loyalty, and his light heart, and friendly smile.
Grayfish restlessly wrestled his nest. His entire body ached in soreness, and he felt as if he were made completely of marsh water. An abhorrent feeling thrilled under his belly. It churned in his belly and created a dizzying sensation that tingled at his paws. Grayfish felt it all, despite being deep into elder slumber, and repelled the thought of opening his blue eyes. An awareness was stuck in his mind. He believed that if he even peeked open his clouded blue eyes, a terrible outcome would barrel into him.
The gray tabby tom rolled over with a huff. The stubborn noise was hoarse and rough, a sound that could send any cat's fur rippling in discomfort. The dizzying sensation flooded through his body once again. It took much more effort this time to keep his eyes closed. He felt as though a cat was sticking their claws into his chest, trying to suffocate him with the strength of StarClan. It was harder to breath with each passing moment, but all the same, he was breathing just fine.
In the midst of his spasm he managed to creek open his eyes. Before him was a dark shadow, eerie and resembling a silhouette in the gloom of his den. Grayfish's eyes rounded into circular moons as he attempted to stumble to his paws. Inevitably he failed and allowed his legs to buckle from underneath him. Wearily he looked up to the cat, and was shocked to see an ashy blue pelt form from the shadows.
"It's time, Grayfish." Came a soft mewl. Grayfish lay in his nest, eyes round with shock, and maw ajar. "Don't stare at me like that, you silly tom! You'll catch flies!" The she-cat purred in amusement.
In an instant, Grayfish felt the rush of adrenaline he had only felt as an apprentice. "Mintshine!" The old tom purred rustically. He rushed up to his deceased mentor and rubbed his cheek along her jawline. "It's so good to see you again!" Mintshine smiled softly to Grayfish, her bright blue eyes flickering with the ancient knowledge of the stars. "It's time that you see the rest of your family, Grayfish. It's time that you join us in StarClan."
Grayfish could only release a sad sigh. He knew that with his old age, and weary state, he was in no shape to carry on with the daily routines of a medicine cat. His apprentice, Sky_, would do just fine in succeeding his role. "I'm absolutely fine with that," Grayfish breathed, watching as his pelt began to gleam with starlight, and his solid gray pelting began to fade into a clouded, silvery-tabby coat.
A cat whom owns a pelt of gray with the quick wits of a fish, and a tongue as sour as marshy water will reign over RiverClan as their cat of herbs. Long shall he live, and long shall he rest. The fish of gray will be remembered throughout the stars for his undeniable loyalty, and his light heart, and friendly smile.
