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"When you return, the world will be new to you. Everything you know will change. You will no longer be the cat that you once were. This is your rebirth, child. One day, you will understand.
The body had been placed on the NightClan border by the SpringClan leader. He had left her there because he thought it was better than leaving her in that treehouse. At least in NightClan, it was figured, she would have someone that would help her at least for the night. Afterall, Peachstar had no reason to think that Kerrigan would wake up with no memory, only that NightClan might be a safer place for her for the night, closer too.
It had been several hours since her body was placed there. A blanket of snow now covered the sort of corpse, hiding most of it. The only reason that one would be able to tell her body was there at all was the bright orange that disturbed the white. However, one might not immediately recognize the body as something that was worth looking at. After all, she hadn't moved in hours. This death, it seemed, was a long one. Perhaps this was because the death had to erase every iota of her existence, to bathe her clean into nothingness. That, maybe, took time. Even if it didn't, NightClan cats were probably not those who would be most welcoming. Even though Burningstar had lifted the regulations of outsiders, cats still were highly suspicious of Lindon. Very few would probably rush to help this cat, especially because she looked so... dead.
Luckily for the corpse, it was another orange cat that came across her. Well, it was two orange cats. They had been on a walk, Lindon and Burningstar, when Lindon caught a whiff of his sister's scent. His ears pricked, and he looked over to Burningstar. They'd yet to come across her snowy body, but if they walked too much further, they'd fall over her.
"Were you expecting Kerr?" he asked his mate gently, looking over to her. Normally, Kerrigan wouldn't come without warning...
Burningstar blinked, “No, last I saw her was the last pride meeting after we released MoonClan,” she shuddered recalling the horrible visions the moon god had put upon her.
The death and destruction; of all she loved. It had been horrifying and it haunted her dreams sometimes. Often making her take special care to check that all 5 of her adopted children were still there, though a dull ache after giving up her four kits to Devilhorns still lingered.
She quickly shook off the clinging shadows with a shudder passing through her again. “Sorry, thinking about it reminds me of that vision the moon god sent.” After it she’d confessed everything to Lindon. Her fears that he’d leave her because she’d had a night with Devilhorns that had resulted in four kits that now resided in MoonClan, along with the fear that her kits would die horribly, or Soaringbird would die horribly, or Lindon, or Glowstar or just anyone she cared about dying horribly. She’d sooner give up all of her remaining lives to guarantee their safety.
But on the subject of why Kerrigan’s scent was present Burningstar looked around. She didn’t see any sign of her... though by her scent she was close.
“Could be a surprise visit... or something happened.” Burningstar muttered pace quickening at the thought her sister in law might’ve come unannounced because something bad had happened.
Under normal circumstances, he might have pressed his tail into her pelt to calm her from the memory, but this was not of normal circumstances. Something was wrong. He looked instantly concerned at the idea that she wasn't expecting company. Kerrigan was not a cat who would typically show up unannounced; in fact, she particularly had a distaste for those who did when it was not an emergency. This... this was bad. Anxiety pricking at his paws, the tom took off into a near run. "Kerrigan? Kerrigan?" he called out, his voice nervous...
It was then that he saw the body under the snow. Terror rose into his voice as he called out his sister's name again. He could barely skid to a stop before quickly brushing off some of the snow. "Burningstar, over here!" he called over his shoulder, his attention diverted quickly back to his sister. Her body was cold under his paws, rightfully so after its snow burial. He tried to brush it off as quickly as he could, but then he was left with a hollow feeling in his stomach. Panic rose.
"Kerrigan, Kerrigan," he meowed, his voice becoming more and more desperate each time he said it. His paws rammed into her, shaking the body violently. Still, the Tsar made no motion. "She's - she- she's not breathing...."
Burningstar hurried over when Lindon found Kerrigan. “Oh, StarClan,” she wracked her brain. How long had Kerrigan been like that? Long if she was covered in snow like that. Too long to be losing a life reasonably.
“Maybe roll her onto her side, try to get access to her chest. Or we could try warming her up. Here, you’re bigger curl yourself around her.” Burningstar immediately began to try and pack the nearby snow down so it’d retain any warmth better. Or at least she hoped it would. She was no medicine cat. She tried to prod Kerrigan’s chest seeing if perhaps shed recall the way turbulentpaw had helped get one of her kits to start breathing.
Unfortunately though she’d seen Turbulentpaw do that action, she had no idea the way to urge her to breathe.
She wracked her brain. “Let’s both try to warm her up, maybe then she’ll show some sign of life,” Burningstar said moving to crouch next to Kerrigan. If this got no response... then there was nothing they could do. She wasn’t breathing.
Was she injured? Burningstar hadn’t looked too closely, too caught up in trying to think of ways to get Kerrigan breathing. She moved to remedy this, taking a close look to see if there were any serious wounds on her.
