My lungs were burning.

StarClan, they were burning.

Every yearn to breath was rewarded by the sharp awakening of a spark, a burning spark inside of me. Bubbles floated as I tried to breath, teasing me as they danced to the cold, unforgiving light.

I felt something brush my splayed paws, a grey cat, who was it? Milky blue eyes like the teasing abyss that claimed me as her own, milky as the ice that had forsaken me as I fell.

The grey cat, I couldn't recall his name, he turned back. Why did you turn back? More bubbles teasingly followed; taunting me as I limply sank, my strength long but fled from me.

The fire grew and grew, and more bubbles floated; my mind felt clouded with fog and my eyes were beginning to blur and darken as the depths drew me in with cold but gentle paws in an almost loving way, like a mother made of ice. My eyes grew droopy and lax as my splayed paws finally relaxed and stopped struggling.

Cold darkness growing nearer as the light began to fade, my vision completely dark.

Quiet.

No soft ripple of the water, or the bursting of cruel bubbles. My sight returned, still blurred and darkened but I was able to see, see a figure gracefully swimming towards me as if they were a fish.

Not a fish, but a cat.

She had the softest eyes like ferns just before they wilted in Leaf-fall, kind and round but without a shine but a dead glaze. The beautiful cat had soft, thick fur with elegantly swirled as she floated just a few mouse lengths from my face; a beautiful pale brown with splashes of pale ginger and grey. Her face had a warm expression, it gave me a feeling of longing; she seemed so familiar.

The she-cat grew closer, her voice was sweet like honey yet icy as the Leaf-bare winds, "Are you ready?"

I was confused, but nodded, she was the only cat but me here after all.

She softly gripped her paw with mine and she began to swim towards the cold, bright light; just as we emerged to see beautiful lakes and fields, of the snowiest white and grey lit with stars, she leaned in to my ear, her face cold as death touching mine, "Goodbye, Flametail."

And at that, she was gone. I still could not place who she reminded me of.

This was a little one-shot as you can tell. I based it off of a video I saw, showing death as not a cold, cruel grim reaper, but a mother. And I thought of this. Apologies for any mistakes, review if you wish, etc etc. Foz out.