The flames surround me, growing taller. Smoke clouds my vision and I can't hear anything beside the crackling of fire. This is it. There is no possible way I'll survive. I'll never see my kit's joyful faces as they play again. Never again will I see my mate's look of pride as we watch them together. I'll never live to see my kits become apprentices, then warriors. No one will ever know that I was the one who killed him. Will I go to StarClan or the Dark Forest? The flames singe my brown fur. Oh well, I deserve this.