I'VE GOT AN LED, DON'T NEED THE TAN ☆ o, DEATH

[RHINESTONE.]

RHINESTONESTAR ❝ RHINE ❞ LEADER
"TALKING" || "TELEPATHY"

There was so much grief in the air that it was palpable. An entire group, grieving for their fallen leader. Most had been incredibly close to him, if not his best friends and family, so their deep seated sadness was natural. Still, that didn't make it any less hard to witness an entire group with their heads tilted down, mourning a leader that had led them through some of the roughest times of their lives. Most of the NPCs that had been milling about seemed horrified, even the ones that had previously spoken about Rhinestone behind his back. Just because they had spread rumors didn't mean they wanted him dead. He had still been their leader, and that was clear to see in the expressions that lingered on their faces. Several had to hide away in their dens, queens pulling their children gently into the nursery, unwilling to let them see the corpse. Rhine's body remained still and cold, even as the cloak of fur was draped over his shoulders. He looked almost peaceful, aside from the slowly drying blood that stained his neck and chest. If one hadn't known what was going on, it would've been easy to mistake him as just finally resting, sleeping off the sickness that had been haunting him.

The leader of the patrol had initially recoiled away from Medusa, shocked by the rage and sadness in her eyes. Not because he didn't understand, but just because he had thought it was directed at him. It took him a moment to answer the hybrid's question, shaky words leaving him as he cleared his throat, "A... A wolf. We believed that it may have been a wolf. There were several scents on the air, including Rhinestonestar's sickness, but given his injuries and the canine scent... a wolf attack seems like it's the most plausible. It must have run off when it heard us coming." The patrol leader's eyes were dark as he looked down at his paws, obviously similarly having trouble processing all this. At the mention of a vigil, the feline nodded stiffly, muttering, "He would've liked that..." He also would've liked seeing one of his senior warriors working with others, but the patrol leader didn't mention that. Instead, he just turned and headed for the warrior's den, head hung low. It was overwhelmingly clear that no one in the clan would be feeling the same for a while.

tags + roleplayed by stilly + the palm glades