Why? What more would Starclan take from her? She has seen it all, his seizing, his convulsions, and had been powerless to stop them, or to even bring her friend comfort. The red Somali had rushed to his side, eyes already flowing with tears of grief and anger as she buried her nose in his fur.
it was the only word she would hear him speak, and it broke her heart. The senior warrior would watch in further helplessness as he sighed in a farewell, body going forever still and eyes closing as if to finally rest with some level of peace.
But Firedawn would find no peace. Her wail of mourning could be heard all the way in Thunderclan camp some would say later on. The pregnant mother to be dissolving into heart wrenching sobs of loss. How many more friends must she lose? How much more heartbreak must she endure to satisfy the ancestors?
She would wail the questions in her mind as she curled up beside her friends body, nose buried in what fur he had left, trying to cling to the last of his scent as death soon began to take that away as well, and her sobs became muffled whimpers of grief.
Wait for me up there, dear friend....
✦ ✧ ✦ she feels almost free as she soars into the stars above. her work on earth is done, sagepaw has been guided as much as she can be, and sorrelstar has been released to live among the ghosts of her past. it's a wail of grief that pulls her back, halts her in her final journey towards the sky. golden eyes hunt the ground, seeking the source of the noise and then, angel-like, she soars back towards her former home. something is tugging at her, pulling her towards the ground, and the ghost allows it to carry her, unseen into the clearing.
bramblelight is prone on the ground, his last breath escaping him, and sorrelstar feels her heart wrench. it's his time, she knows, and she's been sent to collect him, to make his journey to the stars a safe one. part of her wonders why he's been allowed into the starry realm, instead of roaming the darkened swamps with his grandfather. still, the tomcat has changed. he's good now, deserves a peaceful rest. sorrelstar is ready to forgive.
appearing starry in front of his spirit, she blinks slowly, a strange sadness glimmering within her golden depths. "bramblelight," she speaks his name and her mission is clear. "it's time to go. the stars welcome you." i welcome you. looking past him for a moment, she sees briarstar, crouched beside firedawn and larkpaw. with misty eyes she makes a promise, to watch over him. if not for herself, than for his grief stricken clanmates. with a soft breath, and a blink, she turns, looking back at him. "whenever you're ready."
✧ // PLEASE BREAK MY HEART
What- What?! This big- the strongest person he knew- he just-...
Was gone in an instant, like a flash of light. Tears welled in his eyes. This happened to Bramblelight. This can happen to anyone. This could happen to him.
He never expected this kind of death from this big, strong cat. He expected him to go down fighting, but no.
He was gone. Gone gone gone-
He dipped his head in respect. He realized he was crying.
He looked weak.
He vowed to never cry again.
Rainface| She-cat | Warrior
Her paws would drag against the ground as she watched all the cats gather around Bramblelight. Looking down with sad eyes, she regretted never taking the time to know him. And there were plenty of missed opportunities. Sitting back from the crowd, she hummed a little tune and then looked to the skies. The same tune she hummed for her miscarried kit many moons ago.
Faint cries of grief rang out in the forest. Darkness washed over him as the moons and stars cowered behind a dense layer of clouds, sending another chill down his spine. It was a chill of fear, the same fear he had before he lost his brother. Fear curled up inside him and clung to his ribs, settling uncomfortably in his chest. He didn’t doubt the feeling was there to stay, reminding him of its existence every time a breath escaped his parted lips. He could trace the sounds back to their owners, the voices of Firedawn and Larkpaw, and immediately he knew, he could tell, practically sense the presence of death in the air.
No, no, no.
Adrenaline immediately overwhelmed his system, flooding into his conscience as Stagheart was frozen in place, debating whether to stay put or run to the scene, confused as to how to react. Was this something he wanted to see? Did he want to come across another corpse? Images of Sunkit began to penetrate his mind, provoking a horrified gasp from the young tom, who would then bolt towards the commotion as if he could run away from the flashbacks, desperate to escape.
And there lay the tabby brute, not a single ounce of life left within him, volcanic visionaries as wide as the moon hanging above their heads. He had watched Bramblelight deteriorate as the days went by, crumbling like a flower in bareleaf, but...Bramblelight was so strong. So experienced, and resilient, patterned with scars that Stagheart couldn't even bring himself to count. How could sickness defeat such a cat?
"Larkpaw...I'm so sorry"