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[Darkangel]

She stood for a few more moments, moments which seemed like years, staring in the direction of RisingClan. Then, without another glance at the body of her father, Darkangel turned and padded quickly away.

The black she-cat beckoned what was left of her Clan with her tailtip to follow her. With a moments' hesitation and a glance at Spiderlily and Pripyat, Panic trotted forward after the BoneClan Princess. Darkangel took no notice of whether cats followed her or didn't.

Bringer of Night quickly ran after Darkangel.

She just wanted her old life back.

Now you'd think she'd somewhat like having Bane gone, wouldn't you? Now she was the leader of BoneClan? What was left of it, though.

Am I ready to lead a Clan, especially when it needs a leader most? she wondered, doubting herself greatly. She kept walking away from the place her father had died, in the direction of the mountains. Darkangel broke into a run.

She didn't know if Sharpfang or Spiderlily or Pripyat or Panic or Night or Scythepaw were following her until Panic spoke.

"What now?"

Probably the most simple question in the world, and yet the only one Darkangel couldn't answer. Night found herself at a loss of words; she looked in awe at Panic and how brave he was to ask such a question.

Darkangel sighed.

"I don't know, Panic. We'll probably just...Lay low for a while."

With another sigh she looked around for Sharpfang. Surely her father's deputy would come to her aid? Bringer of Night sensed the younger she-cat's emotions and trotted forward a bit, pressing her side against Darkangel. The young leader leaned against the older cat.

[wow, not so good a post, couldn't think of much I just wanted it to be long and meaningful. xD so yea. this is for cats who were already in boneclan and are stickin' with darkangel.]

[Kest]

a requiem for the sane.

Pripyat lingered on the battlefield for a few long heartbeats, tasting the blood-scents and death-scents that were the scents of their defeat.
BoneClan had been his home. For once in his life, he had found a place where he could have everything he wanted; friends, security, comrades who supported his...hobbies.
He had found a life in this land.

Darkangel began to walk away. Pripyat stood for a moment longer, looking longingly toward BoneClan's lost territory.
Then he, too, turned. He followed Darkangel, picking up speed.

He still had a home. Friends. Comrades.

The black tom grew even with Panic and slowed, his blue eyes examining his friend for injuries. It seemed that the dark tom wasn't hurt badly, and that fact comforted Pripyat.
He switched his gaze to Darkangel. "We'll have to leave the area," he meowed, his voice unusually low and hoarse. "I wouldn't be suprised if...Kestrel comes looking for us. Maybe even all the Clans."
A second assult would destroy them. They had to get to safety, hide out, conceal themselves.

"BoneClan isn't finished yet," Pripyat growled, almost to himself.
He glanced around for Spiderlilly. Her presence would be such a huge comfort to him...in this time of darkness and defeat. The downfall of their leader. The flight of Heartless. The death of Razorblade.
But Pripyat would hold fast to his hopes--that BoneClan was too badass to be finished by a war.

"Where to, Darkangel?" the black tom asked softly.

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[Spiderlily]

Meh.

It was sorta odd, not having her nemesis around. The silver odd-tom had Heartless now, and more likely then not the insane cannibal was now dead. Spiderlily didn’t seem at all fazed by everything that had occurred, from the death of their leader and medicine cat, to Heartless snapping and being stolen away. Why bother with being torn apart?

Sure. They lost allies and lands. They lost friends. But it was everything that could be rebuilt. The important thing was that every cat that now followed Darkangel escaped with their life, so that they now had that chance to rebuild.

But even while the others began to move on, Spiderlily didn’t move. For a long, quiet moment, the executioner though about turning tail and leaving the clan. She could find another city full of corruption like the one she spend most of her life, she was sure. Away from such wasteland dramas that she had found herself swept in while here, but instead back into a land of deceit and backstabbing. Of public executions to bestow fear into the minors.

For a moment, Spiderlily nearly stepped out of the lives of her Boneclan allies. They say that when you see someone that you’ll never meet again, spider lilies carpet the path in red.

Instead, the striking tabby turned and padded after her comrades. As long as Pripyat lived, there was no reason for her to leave this life behind. And speaking of the dark killer…a slight smile crossed her muzzle as she saw him stop and look for her, right after catching to Panic. The she-cat picked her pace up until she slid easily by his side, catching his last words.

“Boneclan must sustain more damage then that before being destroyed.”

There was hope here, as of yet.

[Battlecry]

<sub>Of course Sharpfang would follow Darkangel, to the ends of the earth if necessary. He slunk forward, striding past the dead body of both Bane and and finally... At first he thought the golden tom dead. Killed by the shock of..

The death?

Yes, Sharpfang chose to call his former lust dead, as she was no longer sane of mind.

However, death scents didn't linger over the dying tom, and Sharpfang paused to hoist the blank eyed tom to his feet, where, like a machine, he marched forward, stumbling several times, his eyes blank and his mind.. Poor tom would never be the same again, but Sharpfang nudged him forward.

Such an amazing sight, these two toms who hated eachother helping one live. It hardly seemed worth a brawl over it anymore.

However, he slunk forward like liquid air between the cats to stride with a determined gait at Darkangel's side, Misery lingering just a moment near where Heartless had lost it, before striding after his half sister, neither of them taking any notice of eachother. Whitedevil strode with his proud shoulders up. He cared little for Bane, and the death of his father, his secret, passed like air over water. He was finally free. Sharpfang didn't ask Darkangel their destination; several had already asked for him, and he simply wanted to get as far away as possible for now.</sub>