—— FLAXENSUN ——
Soon to be King
It had happened so fast.
With fragmented vision, he watched his breath take shape into puffs of steam. Was it his imagination, or were they getting smaller and smaller each time? He focused on that, the wisps of life escaping him, for if he didn't he'd take note of the agony in his chest. The blood warming his fur and painting the thunderpath scarlet. He could feel something inside shift in a very alarming way with every breath, he could feel something else whistle in a way that implied a puncture. Don't think about it. Don't think about how broken he was. How he wouldn't be able to recover.
Don't think about it, because then it'll make it so much more real.
Drifting in and out of consciousness, Flaxensun tried his damndest to focus on breathing. He just had to wait for Oliveslip, that's all. She'd arrive soon and slap some polutice or other on him and- Flaxensun suddenly coughed and something wet and thick fell from his lips. He might've been alarmed by it had the agony not been white hot in the rest of him. The blood pounding in his ears made it impossible to tell if he had screamed or not.
His sight fell to his paws, coated now in strawberry jam. Rose red...Fiery vermillion...Firedawn.
"It's no good Flaxen" the man hissed through cracked teeth, closing his eyes against the frightening sight of his own blood, "Aw man, Firedawn is so going to kill me for this...and don't even get me started on mom and dad..." he chuckles weakly to himself, only to cough painfully.
It was around this time you'd expect to see the netflix movie of your life flash before your eyes. No, it wasn't like that though - it wasn't a spectacular haphazard clips spastically flowing over your eyes, showing only the best and the worst without your volition. No, Flaxensun himself just searched through his own memories, aching for a taste of the good times he was soon to lose.
The return of Bunnykit, the birth of his children, coming home after being kidnapped, Firedawn's smile, Hornetsting's acceptance to be a grandfather, Sorrelstar's last act of bravery, Nightfire's sweet lullabies...Everyone...everyone...
Of course, with the good came the bad, as he thought about his emo kid days screaming at his mom how his temper wasn't a phase...NOT punching valerianfire the second he saw his cheating face, Also not pushing Firedawn aside and smacking lips with the handsome cream and red tabby because honestly his whole issue was just jealous that Val had chosen Fire and not himself...his argument with Briarstar, the one random loner he killed that tOTALLY gave him PTSD over bc lol what you think it actually reinforced his borderline personality disorder with the fact that he took a man's life and didn't give a shit about it? Nah man Flaxen's not a sociopath. Shut up.
He thought about all these memories as he lay there, breathing his last shaky breath. As morbid as it was, he wished Firedawn was here. He wished he could breathe in her scent, lay his head on her soft fur. He wished she'd hold him and tell him it was going to be okay, that she and the kits will be okay.
Damn, he hopes Valerianfire pays child support.
Opening his eyes, Flaxensun watches the sky begin to brighten. Another day starts, apathetic to his plight. Another beautiful day...As he watches the morning light touch upon the grass on the other side of the firepath, lighting it with a veridian fire so similar to his lover's eyes...He knows everything is going to be okay.
Closing his eyes for the final time, Flaxensun reflects once more on the long life he's lived - a very elderly 15 moons.
Flaxensun breathes his last that day. His died without pain for it had happened so fast...that segway had come out of nowhere...
Suddenly, Flaxensun jerked awake, gasping, "Holy hell it was all a dream! " He pats himself all over, making sure he really isn't bleeding to death, and then he lets out a tearful laugh. Ignoring the grumbling of the cats waking around him, Flaxensun screams joyously to the heavens, "IT WAS ALL J U S T A D R E A M"
"Speech"