To Much Of The Old

[Raven]

The lopsided loner stood. Watching the monsters pass him by. Fury in his amber gaze. How dare these butter brained cats claim the entire forest? He sunk his claws into the mossy undergrowth. The two-legs on one side, the clans on another. He bared his cracked yellow fangs. Age wasn't on his side. He took a wheezy breath. Longing to be with Icicle again. Her stunning white pelt, her gorgeous green eyes. Her kind sarcastic heart. Without thinking he bolted across as a monster swerve away. Another struck the tabby tom. An odd look came upon his face as he fell to the ground of the other side. Peace which he'd never felt came before him.
"Tiger? Gracie? Icicle? Moonlight? Orion? Marduk?" He called softly into the darkness. Taking a short step forward. "Hush dear, follow my voice...Darkness is not where you should be..." Icicle's unmistakeable voice. He raced towards her startling white pelt. Her starry figure graceful and gentle. "Is this Starclan?" He asked softly. "So it is, we are on different lands though. Your family does not walk this sky..." She whispered sadly. Billy nodded slowly. "As long as your here, I'll stay." He whispered back.

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OOC: Just no...muse for him. So he is dead.

[Pale*]

((You killed him?))

[Raven]

((Yes...))