Remembering the Fallen {Open}

[Silentee]

A graying male wolf with black fur was next to the fresh-kill pile, a sparrow at his paws. His light yellow eyes were not on the clearing but far away, remembering the fallen warriors of all packs. Honeycomb, Foxfur, Copperfang, Waterpaw, Sunray, and Goldenrose... All ThunderPack wolves that now live in StarPack. He could remember when he and Copperfang found a badger and killed it with Sunray. What good times... Deerkill sighed, knowing he would be joining soon.

[HaloWing]

StormChaser was on his way too the FreashKill pile. It wasn't as full as it was normally, but then again,things were certainly changing in the forest these days. The pure white warrior all so took a sparrow,he was trying too only take what he absolutely needed. He would go out and replace what he'd taken from the pile later on, or perhaps even more. He smiled slightly at Deerkill, with the sparrow dangling lifelessly in his strong canine jaws. He then sat across from the old warrior.
"Hello, DeerKill." StormChaser greeted, as he began to gnaw on his meal.

[;;Wolfie;;]

Zebraheart followed the sweet scent of her mate through the drying forest. The path he took was strange, but full of haunting memories. She could feel the tension and smell death with each ginger step she took. The graveyard, she thought as she looked around. Her striped fur was plainly visable against the brown leaves and the dead long grass. The grass made her think of her sister and her unborn pup. Zebraheart sighed. She was looking forward to being an aunt, and to Creampup too. She hadn't seen Creampup since after she disappeared before Diogenes was murdered. Memories of the sweet pup flashed in her head as she came upon her mate. "Paying respects?" she wondered to him, as she plopped on the ground beside him.

[Silentee]

<sup>"Why hello Stormchaser, how is your meal?" Deerkill was surprised by the changes he had since he became an elder. The graying wolf loved being young, with the sense of battle at any moment, well it is better than this stupid sun that always beats down on his fur. He was full of spunk and pride for his pack, a little too much if you asked some wolves, but now he just a sweet, laid back wolf what only cares about his pack, not any battles.

The black wolf made a sort of deep purr in the bottom of his chest, like a rumbling when he saw his mate. Deerkill loved the scent of Zebraheart, and her voice was like sweet melodies that danced in his ears all day. Groaning, he got up from laying down and padded over to his mate, his bones creaking. Deerkill nodded, looking at the graves of Foxfur and Honeycomb, then his light yellow gaze looked at Copperfang, Waterpaw, Sunray, and Goldenrose. Stress flashed in Deerkill's eyes as he looked as his mate, knowing that he might be the next to join Starpack. What would happen to his family?</sup>