oh, bandwingmask. he stumbled across mossclan territory, his body battered and beaten up from his fight with the badger. his bravado wasn't able to save him, neither was his bravery. if only he could've trained more. as he stumbled back over to camp, his body aching with the weight of carrying it on stiffening limbs, for a moment he considered going to his brother's den. yes, meadowhawkmoon could fix this. he could fix everything. right? if only he knew. but he decided it was better to spare his brother the sight of him suffering so. unable to stagger any longer, he fell, breathing hard, against a tree. he could see his clanmates wandering around their camp, going about their daily routines. he knew things were going to change for mossclan, that much was for sure. and with his dull, fading vision, he could see smiles and hear laughter. that was enough, wasn't it? bandwing smiled, a smile no other cat would ever see him doing alive. that was enough. and the beating of his heart stopped.
obvious d3ath tw. I want to thank all of those who were part of Bandwingmask's life. It's a shame I didn't do more with him. He was very fun to roleplay. Thank you for reading.
