When The Fire Goes Out - a Shiningheart SRP

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- TW!!! bl00d and d3ath and a very sad kitty - Cold. Shy lay in a pile of snow, the wind moving the branches above her, shadows dancing across her pelt, red bl33ding into orange, seeping into the white below. She barely breathed. Time seemed to pass in equally slow and fast motion. For whatever reason, as she lay in the cold, all she could think about was that fight. She could’ve won that fight. Why did she not win that fight? She winced, dragging a paw through the snow from it, red streak crossing through her line of vision. Something was oozing down her face. Why did she not feel more pain? That fox had certainly done a number on her, or she would be up by now. She wondered why it had left and not just finished the job. She shivered slightly. Cold. She tried to raise her head but failed. Her ears had deflated at some point during all this. Wet welled in her eyes, dripping down her cheek, mingling with whatever was there, red and blue intermixing on her face, dripping into snow, sinking, gone. She knew she was as good as gone. She didn’t know Exacly how she knew, but it was true. She continued to cry. Time passed at a crawl. Then a sprint. Before she knew it, her breathing began to hitch, not from crying. She could taste copper in her mouth. What of her life? It had been long, surely, but did that mean she had nothing left to give? She thought of her mother, who loved them so, but had no time to show them how much. She thought of her brothers, some tall, some mean, some kind. They had taught her so much. She thought of Tortrixpaw and how he had loved her. Perhaps she would see him again. She thought of Sunny. Her first love, her best friend…gone in a flurry of hurt and pain. She thought of her kits. Oh, stars, her first kits. So many gone, so many beyond her care…the only one still alive being Tortrixpaw, her only connection to her brother, the kit that was, admittedly, the most like her. She regretting not being able to show him the way to be. She thought of Goldenmonster…her friend, her rock, her lover. What would she think when she looses another loved one? She sent out a small apology, a hope for her to recover. She thought of Dove, Quartzcry, her angel, her lover, the mother to kits Mourningdove and Crestfallen. She sent out a heart of love to each one of them, hoping it would land. She thought of her third set of kits…all gone. All of them, in a single moon, starved until their little hearts gave out. She wept for them now, Emberkit, Flashkit, Ashkit. My darlings, she murmured as she wept, the full gravity of their loss crashing upon her like a tidal wave. Her final thoughts were of the beach. Her happiest place, the little cove covered in seashells, the sun overhead, never ever ever Cold. She was so cold. So … (ERP) - ( Last Will ) - To Tortrixpaw, I leave my seagull feather necklace. I hope it reminds you how you can fly even in the hardest times. I love you. To Mourningdove, I leave my teal shell braelet, a symbol of affection and memory. I hope it says the same to you, my little queen. To Crestfallen, I leave my hermit crab Hermes. He was a symbol of love and friendship long ago, and he still is. Love him with care, darling. To Atlaspaw, if you’re out there, I leave you my loner vine wrap, in hopes you will find a better use for it than I ever did. I miss you. ( She will keep her first and last accessory, the diamond earring strand, into ghosthood )