I lay in the cool morning grass, the voices of the waking birds moving among the leaves after an evening storm filled the air, beckoning. I closed my eyes and listened to their light-hearted songs.
How longs would it last?
I let out a painful breath, the pool of blood around me clump to my fur, staining the wet grass with scarlet tears. Around me the distant calls of my clanmates arose resonated in my head like a painful buzzing. Begging me to stand up and join them once again.
Why couldn't they leave me be? Hadn't I escaped the stars one too many times?
As darkness began to cloud my dream state vision, one vision spoke above them all, breaking through my fading thoughts.
"Ever heard of a nightshade that isn't deadly?"
And all went black…
Many stories are passed down from elder to kit through generations, kept alive through memories… While others are lost among the forgotten, why couldn't mine end up the same way? A life of love and betrayal weight nothing compared to the deeds of many others who now walked the paths of starclan. Why couldn't I simply forget it all and join their ranks like all the others?
I'd lived my life, saved my kits from falling to the claws of killers who attempted to destroy all living that resisted them. Wasn't it a life worthy of becoming one of them? A bright and shining star in the sky. Oh…but there was one thing…him…The poison flower in my heart, the ghostly venom that haunts my every night, the downfall of my every wish and ambition. The cat I would never forgive and forget, even in a hundred lifetimes. The only one I truly loved….
