❝Captain, how much longer 'til your luck runs out?❞ Everything... hurt. Fishmothpaw had covered their wound in all the proper stuff and yet... it still hurt. It was normal, they told themself. It was a big wound, so it wouldn't heal quite as quickly as that tiny wound from her first fight. It was normal for it to hurt a bit. ❝How much longer 'til the show goes south?❞ Truthfully, Morphopaw had always thought of herself as untouchable. Well, not exactly. She knew she bled. That much was evident from the blood that welled from the healed a million times over scabs on her paws as she dragged herself back into camp. That much was evident from the wounds from her fights. But she had always danced out of death's reach. ❝How much longer 'til we all fall down?❞ Why why why did it hurt so much? It let out a low whine as it stumbled back into came. Fever... right... Fishmothpaw... Fishmothpaw had to it, that it was supposed to tell him if it got worse.. or if it had a fever or... It dropped to the ground, shaking ever so slightly. ❝You rely on wit, and people die on it, woah❞ The lynx's teeth flashed in their mind. Oh, why had they been so stupid as to go wandering into danger so without being ready to bolt at the sight of it? Why had they even gone close to it, they had known there was /something/ in that part if the woods/ ❝How much longer 'til the snake breaks free?❞ North bleated loudly, its horns nudging her body, desperately trying to get Morphopaw to move. "North... North..." Morphopaw mewed weakly, pushing the sheep away with one paw. "Go... go get Fishmo.. or someone..." Her words were slurred. She could already feel herself slipping... ❝How much longer 'til your great days cease?❞ It rested its head on its paws, listening to the hurrying of cats around them. They took one final deep breath... and then they were still. ❝How much longer 'til your strength takes leave?❞ ... ❝You rely on wit, and people die on it, whoa❞
Well. This was unexpected. I wasn't going to purposely kill Morpho off for a longgg while. But the rng got them :( First the weekly predator rng threw them a major and the medic den threw them a "got worse" so now we're here! RIP Morphopaw, I loved you a lot </3 Copy paste: Your cat knew Morphopaw, for better or for worse. Now, they have reached a sudden end to their life. Go here to mourn/for the DRP: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1366172616/ [RNTAS: ]
