:: bohemian rhapsody :: a Scorch/Osprey Dsrp

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Themes of suffering, blood, death, grief and more so stay tuned or tune out if you need to :: Mama, life had just begun :: Scozzie was in pure agony. Of course the pain was absolute. He had just been beaten up by his own brother... His body hurt, his heart hurt What did he do to deserve this? :: And now I've gone and thrown it all away :: He felt his body be lifted. He couldn't exactly see who was helping Vulture but where was he even going? Where were they going to take him? Why could he smell the salty sea and hear the squawks of seagulls? :: Mama, ooh, didn't mean to make you cry :: Thud. Pain jolted through his body as the two cats dropped him. He was high up, he could tell He was already getting dizzy from the elevation. Silly him. Was this his end? :: If I'm not back again this time tomorrow... ... carry on, carry on. As if nothing really mattered. :: One nudge. He felt someone nudge him off. And all of the sudden... he was falling down . .. ... The wind deafened his ears. But he didn't need them to hear the roar of the waves. Didn't need them to hear his cries. His not wounded eye darted before finding the water rush to meet him. :: Too late, my time has come, send shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time :: The warrior couldn't fighting the currents After all, his front legs were wounded badly. But that didn't stop his hind legs from kicking. Air. Air. One burst through the surface and before he could breathe, another wave crashed over him. :: Goodbye, everybody, I've got to go :: He gasped before the waves pulled him under again. Vully was right, he should've lived another day! His kits... oh stars... He struggled harder, legs fighting the currents The heirlooms that belonged to Miragestar He left them at the warrior's den, thank the stars The sparrow necklace, to Morningkit The blue clovers to Cormorantkit He fought to think. He couldn't breathe, couldn't see, couldn't think :: Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth :: He didn't know how long he had fought the currents. It had to be hours since he was pushed into the waves. His head throbbed with agony but his good eye focused on the sand he was laying on. He had done it! He lived! ... right? :: Mama, ooh, any way the wind blows :: No. He was too tired. He wouldn't survive even if someone found him in time. He had nearly drowned, he was bleeding, he was wounded, half blinded, just in pure suffering. Death was to be a mercy. He didn't want to perish... but he couldn't live on. :: I don't wanna d//e, but sometimes I wish I was never born at all :: Ah, closing remarks. He had to smile slightly. Such a silly thought. He didn't think he'd make some so soon. His parents. Surely he was worthy. They wouldn't leave him behind. Never. His siblings, all of them. The stars will protect them this time. Surely. Memoryear. Even if they were separated by afterlives, he'd still love her. Surely. Vultureslaughter. ... despite everything. Nothing changed, really. Brother, idol, mentor. Because love doesn't die out that quickly. Surely. :: Any way the wind blows... :: The waves licked at the body's tail, its waves continuing on. The tides rose, sweeping over Scorchedshatter's - no, Ospreyscorch's - body. The day had passed, the moon gleaming its glow onto the waves that glistened. One wave and then another. Ospreyscorch was buried. Into the ocean's gentle arms. worthy /ˈwərT͟Hē/ having worth or value