[ because I'm in need of some restraint ] DEATH

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    No. That, that couldn't be right.. The Major had been on a solo patrol, as usual, but she had heard a scream, an ear shattering, earth plummeting scream. She could tell it was male and it set her heart a flutter in shock as she froze. Images of her father sprang to mid, the brown tabby whom she had grown so close to, his glazed white gaze, the blood pooling out of his leg where he jabbed the knives in. She nearly choked on her own tears. That couldn't happen again. Then Firepaw, her sister whom she had once loved so dearly but had left her and never even spoken a word, then came back as if it was totally normal. She bolted forward, brambles clawing at her viciously, drawing blood but she never blinked and noticed it.


    Her breaths gave ragged and in gulps, crystalline luminaries wide as blood arose from her many scratches, but she was numb from the adrenaline pumping around her body as she saw those around the cliff of the canyon as she raced down. She could smell the scents of each of them, and a Gentleknight. But she didn't see him. She heard the words spoken by Daylightpaw, but didn't dare think....


    She rushed, sliding down a pathway that was rough and dangerous as she paid no heed, twice she fell and had to struggle to get up as cuts and bruises lined her white body as she reached the end of the rough and dangerous path at that bottom.


    She gave a gasp, sprinting towards the body like a bolt of white lightning and shaking it, her crystalline luminaries wide and unbelieving. T-This wasn't happening right? Gentleknight, the one she had secretly cared about ... he was, gone. She came to a startling conclusion that brought hot tears to her eye lids. He was gone with the wind, or, more importantly :


    He was gone like her father.


    This stung her in such a way she laid by the body, tears streaming down her white cheeks onto his fur. He- He couldn't be gone, he was going to come back. It- It would be alright. She- she had never told him she really liked him. He had never been anything more than a friend, but she suspected he kind of liked her and it would often set her heart a flutter, even though she knew it couldn't be true, just a figure of her imagination, a fancy.


    "Gent..." She croaked, her throat raw. She was spent, her tears were gone, and all that was left was an earth shattering chasm, a hole in both her mind and her heart. She missed him. She loved him.