Reunion of the Dead [o]

[Crimsonsky]

Crimson had woken back up, disoriented. Had it all been a dream? He looked around, then realized with a sigh he was not in IceClan. He was dead. Killed by a vicious pack of hungry dogs. His claws scraped at the ground. It had been a humiliating defeat, but he hadn't gone down with a fight. He'd managed to buy the other cats some more time. Their lives were worth more than his would ever be.

His claws scraping the ground made him think. What was the ground? What was this place? Yes, it was CloudClan, but what was it? Was it part of the world or another dimension that could only be crossed by death and through dreams? He sighed. He needed a break, first, before figuring such big things out. He curled up next to a tree. It was so... relaxing. He was safe now. Everything that had plagued his life before was gone. He could finally rest. He closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep.

After a while, he woke up. That's what cats did when they fell asleep. They woke up. That's not a metaphor. Seriously, he just woke up. Anyway, Crimson was now beginning to get lonely, and he saw some cats off in the distance. He called to them, hoping they would come over. He needed explanations.

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Leafscar's ears pricked as a call echoed in her ears. Turning, she saw yet another of the fallen cats wake up in Cloudclan. Normally she wouldn't be the one to roll out the welcome wagon but apparently no one else was going to do it. She wasn't cruel enough to just leave him, if she was, she wouldn't be in Cloudclan. Besides, she'd seen how this tim had died, and in particular it was this one she respected the most. The fact that he was not wailing and running about like the other two had in tears was an added incentive to stride forward.

The pale calico female paused, head cocked to the side as she watched the quiet tom. An amused smirk crossed her face as she waited for him to speak. She grew impatient quickly enough and decided to go first. "I must say, you're taking death remarkably well," she noted curiously, voice light and slightly amused by the tom's sense of calm.

[Crimsonsky]

"Hello." He replied to her. "I was expecting death. I've been humiliated enough already; I don't want to make an even bigger fool of myself by running around screaming," He spat. "What, are those other two doing it? Or other three? How many more have died since I've been here?"

Anger flashed in his eyes. "You... did you do this to us?!" He growled. "Did you do this to me?" He made a motion towards his throat where the dogs had dealt the killing bite to him. "Wolves? Fire? A pack of hungry dogs? What's next? You're sick," He spat at her.

"I would very much love to kill you on the spot," He thought to himself. "But is that even possible? We're already dead. Can a cat die twice?"

He resisted the urge to take it upon himself to find out.

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Leafscar sighed lightly and accepted his greeting with a weary nod. "By now, I expect Tuftfeather and Cherryheart are having a wonderful reunion or whatever, with Peachwing doing some buttering up as usual," she replied shortly, slightly irritated with the way the white spirit acted. They had never really been on the right page.

She arched an eyebrow at the tom's anger, though did not bow down to it. "Make no mistake, it was not my call that this was done, nor was it backed by my support. While I see the reasoning behind the actions, it was never anything I could agree with," the calico bit out, perturbed that the tom had accused her with such venom. Though, he truly had every right. An amused light glinted faintly in her eyes as she cocked her head, voice turning far away and distant as she mused. "Sick? No. I'm dead, we all are. That's all there is to it."