Blackheart padded out from the burning forest of flames. The treetops were on fire, and everyone except she had escaped but only because she was the only one who was a little aware of danger before paw.
...Flashback...
"Scorchwhisker, Acornpaw, and Tigerstripe will go hunting. Blackheart, Windwhisker, and Mouseheart will go on patrol. These are all the cats I'm sending for now." Stonegaze, the DarkClan deputy, yowled as he leaped down from the HighRock.
The two patrols went opposite ways to do their duties. The soft grass still felt wet from the morning dew, and the sun shone weakly upon the three cats. Its red haze were as dark as blood, and the feeling of danger shook Blackheart's body but the other cats were unaware.
The scent of ash hung on the breeze, its dry, musty smell. It's nothing, Blackheart thought as she tried to comfort herself. The grass is still wet, what harm could be done? She decided not to mention it to the other patrol cats, who were still clueless. They don't need to know. They'll panic.
Everything was eerily quiet; no sound of birds chirping, no chatter, no nothing. Blackheart wondered how the hunting cats were doing. Did they catch any prey yet? As she was deep in thinking, the wind brought the scent of ash again, although this time, stronger. She opened her mouth to yowl a warning to the other cats, but it was too late.
Too late.
The red waves of flame came out of nowhere. The scent was ten times stronger than the last whiff of ash her had scented a while ago, and now she was regretting why didn't she tell the other two cats? It was too late.
The burning red haze swallowed up the trees and her two comrades. The flame barely singed her tail, her tail was now just a slab of pink flesh. It's your fault! You didn't warn the others! Coward, she told herself.
...End of Flashback...
Blackheart trotted back to camp, unwilling to see what have happened to her leader, to her mother, and her siblings and friends. In the camp, laid nothing but ashes, and the ashen air choked her as she breathed. She looked for corpses of her family, but she couldn't see anything. Was this how death felt like? Pain, darkness, with nobody to accompany her? After all, it was she who hadn't warned anyone...
Every time Blackheart breathed, her chest filled with pain. Did she deserve to die? Why did I ever come here, she thought. I could have just escaped, but I just had to see my clan-mates, and now it's too late to turn back. Blackheart took a final breath as pain flared in her chest, and after a while.
She slowly suffocated, but not before hearing a raspy voice in her head.
Too late.
Too late to save them.
Too late to save yourself.
Too late to escape.
Too late.
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