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[justify][color=orange][sub]that title is an inside joke oops
The voices had all shoved inside her head at once. Every single tiny spirit around her had seemed to see her mind open in weakness, and decided to jump in and take sudden refuge there. They were all yelling, screeching, arguing about who's space was who's, and who would gain control over her slowly deteriorating mind.
But wait, let's start over. How did she come to this all of a sudden? So let's tell this sad death story properly. She had been walking herself in the woods, as cliché as that is, and found her mind wandering to different topics like her new kits, her old mate returning, and her sudden infatuation for a certain tom named Jasper Starke of Tidalclan. She didn't know what to do anymore, and felt that she was letting her clan down with inactivity and horrid leadership skills. Yes, she had lead them for a long, long time, and it led them to where they are now. But new blood is needed in the leadership role. She had no heir, and never believed that she would find one. So she was prepared to say that Liloflight would be her heir as well. Seems inactive leaders lead to inactive clans which also lead to inactive players. Though many are active, but she never thought of any as perfect matches for an heir.
She thought to her daughter, Lunareclipse, and how she wished to be a leader just like her. Oh dear, you don't want this she thought as she padded along a well trodden, often used path in the forest. She could hear the waves in the distance. The smacking of water against hot sand. Oh how great that would feel right now, but water... No she didn't want to deal with that. Especially after one of her kits had nearly drowned only a week ago after falling from the balcony. At least he had fallen in water and not gotten crushed like Stonepelt, his body in a broken heap of skin, bones and muscle on the beach.
Then her mind wandered to the losses in the life. She had seen more deaths than the stars in the sky. The majority of her kits had died, and she felt her throat close up as tears threatened to appear. They always did when she thought of these things. She shook her head and stopped, looking down at her wine-red paws before she heard a whisper to the side of her. She turned her head quickly, but didn't see anything. She didn't scent anything either. Then she heard another whisper to her other side. And then one behind her, in front of her, they seemed to appear as fast as mosquitos after a long, humid rainstorm. She pinned her ears back, but it did nothing. And then, when she felt her paws wobble and struggled to catch her footing, that's when the wall protecting her mind fell, and all the spirits swarmed inside.
The voices were loud and obnoxious. Her eyes spun through colors like a slot machine and her eyes rolled back in her head. Her body twitched and a screech ripped it's way through her throat, making her choke on air even though there was no smoke or anything to block that air. She heard the voices loud and clear, and her head felt like it was going to explode.
Just die. You don't deserve to live.
You've served enough. Say buh-bye.
Just die you old scrap of fur!
Waste of space!
She let the tears fall now as she felt her kind being clawed at and connections being snapped. Her legs fell out from under her and her jaw smashed into the ground. Everything spun and her vision began to turn dark around the edges.
Lights out, bitch.
Then nothing.
