let's dance with the dead ... [open]

[Cloudbreeze]

Cloudbreeze stalked around the rocky terrain RockClan would stand if she were still alive. The starry figure shook her head in an almost disappointed way. Such a shame to simply fall off a branch and die. It was sad and terrible. Almost an embarrassment one may say. She felt like she had ruined her chances of surviving by climbing that tree. Giving a snort, the gray and white tabby sat down near a border. It was hard to be able to get use to crossing other territories freely to see her friends that had died. Perhaps she could see Willowbreeze? Maybe Cherryheart or Tuftfeather? Who knew? Maybe those IceClan toms would come by the border.

[Ibiswing]

Ibiswing, her star-speckled pelt casting a faint glow in the quiet CloudClan air, sighed. Her heart ached for the souls that had been cast to their deaths in The Hunger Games, including, she hated to admit, her own. Life in CloudClan was not her cup of tea, certainly: the lack of cats, the ease of everything, the fact that nothing ever happened. All stolen away by a Tribe cat's claw.

Her eyes landed on her friend Cloudbreeze's pelt. Ah. There she was. A soft smile played on her muzzle, then a frown as she saw how forlorn her fellow spirit looked.

"Cloudbreeze?" she murmured, nudging her shoulder. "Are you all right?" She probably wasn't. Neither of them were. They were dead, for CloudClan's sake! As that thought flickered through her mind, she almost laughed out loud. It was unnecessary to use CloudCaln's name anymore. She was CloudClan.

[Cloudbreeze]

Cloudbreeze had been lost in thought by the time she was roused by Ibiswing's meows. Turning her head, the small she-cat gave a tiny shrug. "I've been fine since I died. I have just been thinking about past life. I should have said goodbye. I am a shame to my former friends and my former mate." She sighed, shaking her head before laying her head down. "Why is CloudClan so boring, Ibiswing? I never imagined such an uninteresting life here." Of course, she wasn't living. She was dead.

[Crimsonsky]

"My point, exactly," He said, approaching the cats. "What is there to do, here? Not much." He shook his head in frustration. "I think we at least deserve to be able to scare a few cats," He said, laughing. "Maybe give them a dream or two they won't be forgetting any time soon. Or maybe appear in the corner of their eye, but when they turn to look nobody's there." He paused for a second. "I am kidding, of course."

Although it did sound fun to him.

But he wasn't going to tell them that.

[Cloudbreeze]

Cloudbreeze turned her head as another voice hit her ears. The small she-cat turned her head and recognized the spirit of Crimsonsky. She shuddered inwardly at the remembrance of his death. It was quite startling. Cloudbreeze gave a small snort of amusement. "Hedgehogs will fly before that'll happen." she mewed, flicking an ear at Crimsonsky.