Cold.
Numb.
Pain.
Unfeeling.
Nothing.
Nothing left.
Why can't I just die? Get it over with StarClan, I beg you.
Nothing left.
Running out of time.
I can't take this anymore.
Can't breathe.
No air.
I've lost everything.
My mate.
My kits.
My Clan.
My family.
Everything.
My name is Applefeather.
Warrior of FrostClan.
Goodbye.
"Applefeather, do this!"
"Applefeather, do that!"
Applefeather this, Applefeather that. Why can't they leave me alone? I just want to leave. To escape. I don't want to be here anymore. There's nothing left. It's pointless. I can't…can't take it anymore. My mate is gone from that fox, my kit's exiled, my father exiled, my mother died of greencough, my siblings joined other Clans.
What am I?
Nothing.
I am nothing.
My life is nothing.
My Clan is nothing.
Nothing matters anymore.
I just want to die.
Yes, this was a harsh leafbare, I should be going on patrol, providing for my Clan, all that. But I didn't want to.
Too hollow.
No feeling.
Can't live like this.
Every.
Pawstep.
Too.
Much.
I will end it.
How do you like me now?
Am I insane?
Have I snapped?
Went psycho?
No.
It's just too much.
Goodbye.
Cold.
Numb.
Pain.
Nothingness.
Death.
Goodbye.