what.goes.up.has.got.to__FALL//Patchy's death OPEN

[Đarκsong]

Mothflight couldn't believe his eyes. Of course Darksong had mentioned his hatred for Patchstar countless times, but to think that he would actually try to kill the leader of the clan?! The tortie tom was disgusted and....infuriated! If Darksong didn't like the way Ivoryclan was, why couldn't he just leave? Why bother trying to change it? How dare he kill the leader! Who does he think he is?! StarClan? Mothflight supposed his brother said StarClan was speaking to him in dreams. No one had StarClan dreams anymore, so who's to say he wasn't lying....trying to find an excuse to kill Patchstar! He pondered on trying to stop Darksong, but figured it would be useless. Thus, he continued to sit at the entrance to the Warrior's den, watching the horrifying scene unfold


While his mother was distracted, Greenkit crept out of the nursery. He wanted to know what all the commotion was about. There were so many cats crowded around that he couldn't see exactly what was happening. He spotted his uncle, Mothflight, over by the Warrior's den so he decided to go over and bother him. Greenkit pounced playfully onto the tortie warrior.

"Hi!!" Greenkit mewed happily.

Mothflight was not amused, "Oh, hi...." He then remembered that the current situation would be a bad thing for a kit to see, "Go back to the nursery."

"But I don't want to...." The kit began to whine.

"Go." Mothflight insisted.

Greenkit was completely ignoring him, still laying on his uncle's tortie pelt, "I gotta tell you this story....see, there was this HUGE spider in the nursery. I swear, it was bigger than me....but you know what? I smushed it! It was so cool, and Arrowkit and Sharpkit were totally jealous!!"

Mothflight shook his head in dismay. He stared over at Rainclaw, waiting for her to realize Greenkit was out.


Darksong wasn't surprised that Patchstar couldn't put up much of a fight. He barely heard the leader's protests and pleading....all he could he was the fast pounding of his heart and the blood rushing in his ears. This was it, he was actually going to do it. He glanced around camp before making his next move. Just about everyone was around, shocked at the scene. Darksong paid no mind to them, and continued on.

He dug his claws tighter into Patchstar's flesh. The ebony tom glanced one last time into the leader's horrified eyes, then made his final move. He bent down and sunk his teeth into the his neck, not letting go or easing his grip as the blood rushed out. He was satisfied as he tasted the warm blood in his mouth.

[♫.Starredmyst]

Once again, Silverdust was bowled over in her attempt to reach Patchstar. She twisted around, eyes snapping with anger as she stared into Snowsong's impassive face; for probably the first time in her life, true hatred burned in her expression.

"You can take your philosophies and shove them up a dead rat's tail," she snarled, struggling to get free. "I don't give a rotting carcass if you think it's his bloody time to die! He's my damned leader and I'm bound to protect him and you're a mousehearted, flearidden, carrion-eating traitor --"


Riss was desperately running to catch Silv when a white blur leaped from the side, catching his sister. He hesitated, hearing Snowsong speak in a quiet voice and Silverdust answer her in a snarl, and kept back; he didn't have the physical ability to hold his sister back, and Snowsong was as likely to calm her down as he was.


Starredmyst continued watching in horror cuz I've already done her Epic Reaction Post and have no muse left for more.


Aviansun waited until, at last, Moonwhisker caught his eye. All she did, though, was give him a tight smile and turn back to the scene at hand -- because, as he stared, Darksong attacked Patchstar. It was no contest, Aviansun saw that immediately, but he wondered what on earth Darksong was thinking; surely he'd be exiled? Unless -- Aviansun considered the number of unhappy mutterings he'd heard around camp lately. Perhaps the tom had enough support to lead an actual rebellion.

Well, this was going to change the status quo. Aviansun was impassive towards Patchstar's death -- opportunities aside -- but he edged closer to the empty space around the confrontation, the better to speak to Moonwhisker as soon as it was done.

--

To the end, he struggled; to the end, he had no hope of winning.

Pain. He'd never felt such pain in his life; not ever, not even when his brother had nearly killed him and this whole mess began.

Not even when Shimmersoul died?

He couldn't compare the two. Weak, gluttonous, Patchstar had always been a creature of the flesh; Shimmersoul had been the one creature his heart had reached out to, and even she hadn't quite reached beyond his comfortable walls of arrogance, conceit and self-deception. Far more immediate to him had been hunger, tiredness, pain -- all so intense, and always carefully tended.

But he knew, his breath catching in his torn throat, unable to reach his lungs, that this pain would have no end. His father was calling to him.

"It's your time, Patchpelt." A leader no more; there was no mending this wound, even with his extra lives, not with Darksong on top of him and StarClan by the black tom's side.

No...[/i] He couldn't even say it out loud any more; he couldn't breathe...

The black-and-white tom's eyes closed. His last breath rattled out of his chest, sending his soul into darkness.[/size]

[.&&. Snowsong.]

Snowsong had expected Silverdust's rage; she expected for her sister-in-law-to-be to hurt her, to show her wrath. It was the Clan's leader on the line, but she had not wished for Silv to be harmed. Ad she expected it to hurt, she really did.

But she didn't expect it to sting so much. She wouldn't admit it, though. But, it just stung. No, it didn't break her, but it felt like salt in open wounds. Outside, she was void of emotion, silver boring into pale blue; her silver eyes did not reflect the hatred that burned in those glacial oceans, for they showed nothing but a barren land.

However, her words were cold, despite the fact that she cared so much for Silverdust. "I could. But I don't obey you." It was an icy tone that she used, but that was it; just that chilling gust. No anger, no hatred, just ice.

"He is our damned leader, indeed. You are incapable of fending off Darksong, nor get there before Patchstar was finished." No, this wasn't revenge for the pain she felt. It was an attempt, probably futile, to get Silverdust to think. Leader or not, he was dead.

As if she didn't care, she got off of the she-cat, her throat and stomach still exposed. If Silverdust really did hate her now, perhaps this was the she-cat's chance to release steam. She could see Risingdawn from the corner of her eyes, but she did not yet acknowledge him. Instead, her attention remained on Silv, "Perhaps the pounce was too early. But, Death's prey hardly ever escape. Say your farewells to your dear leader, but he cannot hear your sorrow." And with that, she turned around, padding to the bushes, where she first met her mate. But her mind was blank now, and she didn't have a clue as to why.



Greenkit, where are you going?! Glancing around, the little kitten made sure that no one was watching him. Then, with good enough speed, he dashed out of the nursery and after the fellow kit.

Sharpkit was frustrated that he could not see over all the older cats, but he didn't care. He dove to the side, hoping that anyone from the nursery would not see him. Then, he saw Greenkit playing with Mothflight; a bit of envy came to him. He wanted to play, too! But, what agitated him more was how full of himself Greenkit was.

At the spider comment, his tail lashed. "Hey! The spider only as big as your paw, and I was not jealous!" Ah, he realized he was quite loud. But it was too late to shut his jowls.