The sky was blue that day, she realized. She was glad. At least, when she was gone, the world wouldn't fall apart along with his heart.
The claws ripped through her chest, but talons of pain covered her whole body. Time seemed to creep along, existing only to make her pain last longer. She hit the ground as spots appeared in her eyes.
"No!" her mate, Birchpelt, yowled. "Ashenspots!" She was dimly aware of him defeating her attacker, and then dashing over to her, frantic. "Ashenspots, you're alive! Be okay, alright?!"
"I'm going to StarClan.."
"No!"
She was already gone.