Embercloud stared at the lifeless form of her kit, Sunkit's blood stained the snow as the battle around her became white noise.
no.
No.
NO.
NonONONoNONonONO.
No,not her sweet kit who she loved soso much.
(Maybe too much, she thinks ruefully.)
No, not her son who was going to live a happy life, have kits of his own, and become an elder and live the rest of his days peacefully.
(SHE, was supposed to die, not him no, never him.)
No.
Embercloud froze, tears spilling down her burgundy cheeks as she hears Lemon's calls to run. She looks as Foxfur, seeing him claw and hiss at a one of the foxes.
And she runs.
She runs and runs and follows Lemon who leads her to a barn. There Embercloud mourns, and then she snaps.
She gets Angry.
How Dare they kill her kit, How dare they!
And she throws herself into the fray.
She claws, hisses and even manages to kill one of the foxes. Embercloud looks around the bloodied clearing and she picks up her kits broken body. (It was never meant to be broken. Never.) and limps back to camp.
Everyone tells her it will be Fine.
(Like they haven't seen one of their kits die in front of them.)
And Embercloud laughs, laughs and laughs a cold and brittle sound. Compared to her once warm and Lively laughter that brought joy to her clanmates. But now she's empty, hollow and so so broken.
So she leaves.
What's left for her there if her kit is dead? When only being there brings back painful memories?
She leaves, and never comes back.
Wow, the angst is real here.