Raise a glass of wine for the last time [p]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=#0f0f0f; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px; max-height:; text-align: justify][size=11pt]I love you, and I will miss you, Bit. Take care of those in the family that may come back, and hang on to Rainypaw. The last words. The last words her sister had said to her before leaving, only to return possessed and led to her death. Translucent orbs ran through her fur as the tears started to fall. How cruel. How unbelievably cruel life was.


    Too long. Bitterpaw had kept her feelings numb and nonexistent for too long, and now everything was exploding within her, every sensation demanding to be felt at the same time. She was screaming, her voice carrying itself out across the ocean as the corporal stood chest deep in the salt water, unable to shoulder her emotions on her own anymore. She had been like this before; standing in the ocean imaging what it felt like to drown. She no longer had to imagine. The femme's chest was tight, not enough air filling her lungs as the sobs racked her body, her whole world beginning to crumble. Gone. Burr was gone. And Bitterpaw had a feeling that she wasn't coming back.
    Time passed and her despair grew, but despite the fact that this melt down had been developing during a good portion of the month, the snow white femme quited herself; only small, pained noised escaping as she stood in the water.
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    [font=georgia]Rainypaw couldn't even imagine the sorrow that Bitterpaw was feeling. He himself never had any siblings, therefore they could never die. Even if he did have siblings, he would've left them anyway. The cheetah had noticed the depression that the young femme was going through, and he felt really bad. The apprentice approached her, not getting too close seeing as she was surrounded by water. Rai hated swimming. When he tried it, it was more like drowning. He sure hoped that Bit wasn't considering suicide or anything. "Hey." The Spirit spoke up, hoping for her to respond.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=#0f0f0f; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px; max-height:; text-align: justify][size=11pt]Hearing a voice behind her, an achingly familiar one nonetheless, Bitterpaw turned her head to look upon the speaker. She probably looked like a wreck, standing in the ocean like a mad woman and all. Her eyes raised to meet Rainypaw's, blue-orange eyes finally loosing their desire to cry as they rested on the familiar creature. Shushing herself, realizing her current state might look a little scary to an onlooker, the corporal waded back to shore. At least she'd look somewhat decent on land. Her wet fur clinged to her body as she emerged, revealing the tiny frame beneath it. The corporal was actually quite small, her limbs yet to grow with age, but grief caused strange things and she appeared smaller than usual. Standing as tall as her stubby legs allowed, she faced Rai. "Hey. S-sorry you ha-d too see that."


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