Wip ≡;- ꒰ ❝ Flickers ❞ ·˚ ༘ A Cindersonnet Drp ꒱ Tw ~ D3@th & Bl00d (aka ketchup) ꒰ ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ She was tired. So, so tired. They lay in a pool of bl00d, fur stained crimson. Cin had watched too much. Watched the broken bodies of her sisters and mentors. Lying on the ground, cold and lifeless. She was only moments from the same fate, her chest rising and falling slower with each slow heartbeat. They laughed bitterly. A short, quiet chuckle. How ironic it was that she would d!3d from their first ever fight. She remembered unsheathing their claws in the heat of the moment. The battles she had grown to resent. Look where that left them now. There was no cat to blame for their d3@th. It was fate. D3@th was an eagle, silently following you overhead and snatching you up with a swoop once if was your time. A cinder was a spark that kept glowing, despite being nothing but ashes. But from the brightest suns of summer to the dimmest sparks of dy!ng light, it all burnt out in the end. But she was not scared. If this was d3@th, they were kind. Gentle. Forgiving. No cat would mourn her. Marvelstorm. Dreamingwander. Foxglovegleam. All gone already. She was only... following through. She was coming to join them, finally. Leaving the living world. They shuddered, gasping, drawing in a final gulp of air. Then she lay still, amber eyes cloudy and blank. The last flicker went out. And d3@th welcomed her with open paws.
It seems that you may have known Cindersonnet once in her life, whether enemy, friend, or everything in between. The spark in her has faded, and they have been sadly swallowed by the crimson tide, ascending into the stars. Pay your respects here. . . https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1390953002 || rwtas: (cat prefix)
