Perhaps she should have known this would happen. so soon. And perhaps she should be happy about it. They knew. And perhaps... the scent of her fur, washing away, should've been a sign from the start. they had known Perhaps knowing all that, and ignoring it, had come around in full, painful, slow, drowning... Silence. Her clan fell quiet, the dens, her own nest that had been destroyed by wolves. Silence. And so was she, Faer pelt. one's eyes. her voice. All forgotten. No, no that wasn't... true it couldn't be! Abbysear... they died... Newtkit? Died... a /long/ time ago xeyr sibling!?... did /she/ even remember their names...? She did! Speak...murmur and see- no sight- vision? No... even /she/ had no memory. But she remembered herself. She was a flurryclan warrior. She wanted to be a loner. She had teal eyes She wanted kits... But... What was what her favorite prey? Was she lazy? Did she remember… Anything? “Hahha. I feel so…” Cold. No pain not even a bruise. Just regret.
