Meeting of the Dead (All Cloudclanners welcome)

[Autumn]

The games were now over. In the end, there were not seven deaths, but eight. Peachwing knew that most, if not all, of her new "Clan-mates" were unhappy with her and the older spirits. But she had sent the word out of a meeting for the new spirits, and the older ones. Cloudclan was unlike the mortal ones. It had no borders. It had a copy of the four territories, yes, and camps, but if someone wanted to visit another Clan's home they were free too. That also meant cats could form new bonds outside of their former clan-mates. 

Peachwing now sat in a large clearing, surrounded by large, beautiful trees. In the background she could hear the babbling of a stream. She had picked this place due to it's peaceful scenery. Hopefully the newer spirits would feel at home and at peace, and the older ones could remain calm and relaxed. Today Peachwing wanted to officially apologize to the eight new inhabitants, while also answering some questions.

[Cloudbreeze]

Cloudbreeze's spirit padded from where RockClan's territory would be if she were alive. The tabby cat walked swiftly to the trees where she was told to meet with the other spirits. Hopefully Ibiswing would be there when she got there. Who knew. After a small walk, she entered the clearing, nodding at the eldest spirit she had heard of, Peachwing. "Hello. I hope I am not late? Though, I assume I am not, since I see no one else here ..." The former RockClan cat sat down a little ways from the other spirit, staring at the ground. Her tail twitched a few times as she looked from the ground to Peachwing, turning her gaze to one of the trees standing around them. Where was everybody? Where was Tuftfeather, Ibiswing, and Willowbreeze? Giving a small sigh, she returned her gaze to the ground, her ears flat.

[Crimsonsky]

(Back from my break, let's get this board active, people.)

"Hello," Crimson said to both of the two cats in the clearing as he entered. "I have a few questions I'd like to ask," He told the spirit he didn't recognize. He cast a quick glance at the other. Cloudbreeze, was it? "How did you die, little kitty?" He asked silently.

He quickly turned back to the older spirit. "My questions, yes. What are we supposed to do here? How does the clan work?" He took a pause and glared at her. "And most importantly, why did you kill us?" He asked, furiously. "Do you know the pain I felt as I was slowly eaten by the dogs?" He rubbed his neck with his paw. He knew the fatal wound wasn't there. But the memory was.

[Falconwing]

"And me, slowly dying from the inside. Why did you kill us all? What is your master plan, eh?" Falconwing approached from his previous position, with tail whipping with irritation. The tom had planned to live out his warrior days, then spend his elder days in the den, curled beside his mate. How selfish of Cloudclan, to take them away from their loved ones in such painful ways.

He stooped to take a drink from the stream, but pulled back slowly, the echo of his own shrieks reminded him of how he had died. His stomach slightly ached from the memory. So, instead, Falconwing sat down, curling his tail around his paws.

[Slackers.]

[Crystalclaw]

Crystalclaw had had a rough few days coping with her death, and well her sanity. So far she would lose it and snap but she would have to cope with this problem. She moved around for a bit until she came closer to some cats. One of the older spirits, Cloudbreeze, Crimsonsky and Falconwing. She shuddered remembering his death, it replayed over and over in her mind, almost as if it was happening again. She still blamed herself for it.

She could also feel the pain of her death, one of those rabid cats had attacked her, or was it herself that had started it? Nevermind. It's teeth had gripped her neck so hard and after she was left bleeding out slowly until she died. Or that was how she remembered it. Anyway Crystalclaw returned from her thoughts.

"What are we chatting about? Is it something cheerful like when I got left to die on the ground" She said sarcastically. Her death had made her hostile and less happy then she had been before.

[Ibiswing]

Ibiswing did not hate CloudClan for her own death. She hated them for Cloudbreeze's. Every bone in her body had wanted Cloudbreeze to win, to return to their Clan and live on. But she had died as well. Everybody had died. CloudClan's game was for there to be no winner.

Still, she did not speak when she padded up to Peachwing, though a fire burned in her eyes as she looked up at the white cat. Was she responsible for crafting the master plan of killing eight for the reason of repopulating their spawn of spirits?

Ibiswing nodded at the other spirits in acknowledgement. She remembered each of their deaths, save for Crystalclaw's. She remembered almost everything nowadays. It was awfully hard to forget.