|:| as hollowness fills her lungs |:| [closed for BelleBlueWolf]

Deerpaw sat atop the rotting old stump, her long calico fur buffeted by the wind. If one came up to her, all they could see was the pitch black side of her face, seemingly cold and empty compared to the raging colors of the sky.

She could see everything here; all the moors' grasses whipped by the fierce wind that tumbled, screamed, over the horizon. Any other Windclan cat would call it home. Something inside of her flinched away from it, though—an array of memories that she'd tried so desperately to conceal. Of course she was glad to see her little sister and her mother again—Squirrelpaw's scars were hardly visible anymore—but sadness filled her guts as she stared down in the valley. When had anything gone right for her? Is this what Starclan wants? What I deserve? Flashbacks of her father, a crazed look gleaming in his dead eyes—her mother crouched over him in grief—her sister staring at her quietly, mouth open to speak but no noise coming out as she silently suffocated—an insane pain coursing, tearing through her body, leg ripped to shreds as she drowned—the deputy watching her leave without a trace of remorse—

She stopped, shutting her eyes. This place brought back too many memories. She shouldn't have come.