Sorrelwind felt her tongues dryness. It was unbearable. We haven't had any water for almost three days, we're going to die, and very soon. She hadn't eaten prey in fear of it making her thirst greater, she had to take any chance of survival. Poppyshine, her sister, had already died. She was pregnant during this drought, hope was lost from the start. She was dead along with her unborn kit, hopefully they had found happiness in StarClan's ranks.
At the point they were ar hope was all they really had. The only thing they could hold on to. Hoping for the best. But sometimes hope wasn't enough, and the best just wasn't meant to come their way. The other Clans were affected too, but were too stubborn to admit it and help find a solution to the lack of water. There had been no rain, and the lakes were all dried up. There was no way to go, and Falconstar would never let them move. They would just sit here, and wait for death.
But she didn't want to die. She liked living. But what choice was she given? None. She would sit down and die along with all her other Clanmates. A loyal warrior sticks with her Clan, no matter the situation. That's what she had learned as an apprentice, and she had not yet forgotten it. She felt her mind begin to simply have trouble thinking. I'm dying, what if these will be my last thoughts? She smiled remembering her apprentice days, and her sister, and the time when they imagined what her kit would look like.
But it's okay. Just because I won't have a future, doesn't mean that I didn't get a past. She closed her eyes, and allowed the darkness to surround her. And I liked my past.
