That which rises out of ambition...
Sorrow.
That which rises out of sorrow...
Doubt.
That which rises out of doubt...
Insanity.
That which rises out of insanity...
...Death...
At least I know where I am going now...
As I run through the forest, the branches scrape my sides and I wince with the pain but keep going.
Fireheart needs me.
I hear him cry for StarClan.
I'm not StarClan, but I can save him.
I launch myself at the dog shaking him. It lets go.
And we fall.
I fall into the stormy waters...I dimly hear Oakheart's voice urging me to swim...I can't deny him to watch me survive moments more.
I hear Fireheart call my name.
He calls my name as I know a kit would to his mother...oh, it make my already broken heart shatter into dust.
I'm a fool. Such a fool.
As he leaps in beside me and pulls me to shore I cannot help but go limp...it's my fault. I could've convinced Pinestar not to leave...he would have stopped his son's murderous ambition.
Oh StarClan, I realize now how similar we are.
Ambition...it only leads to sorrow.
That leads to doubt.
That leads to insanity.
That leads to death.
I can see to the other side of the horizon as my children pull me out of the river and forgive me on that forsaken shore.
I die in moments-leaving sorrow in my bloody path of red, leaping flames quenched by the water of death.
A forget-me-not blooms after I die, leaving a faint reminder of my life.
Death of the Innocents.
Sorry if I got the symbolism wrong...