Sharptooth's legs shook as she slowly padded into camp, her vision clouded by tears that she would not- could not -allow to fall. The fluffy she-cat sniffed and gently lowered Shrewheart to the ground in the center of camp, carefully closing his once-bright eyes with one shaking paw.
She didn't say anything. As she stood there, staring down at Shrewheart, she felt as if she would never speak again. She took a deep, faltering breath, biting her lip and locking her legs.
She forced herself to tear her eyes away from the brown tom, and instead turned her face towards the sky. The sun was beginning to sink, and the sky was a cruelly bright shade of orange. The birds continued to sing- they hadn't heard the news yet.
The dying sun lit up Sharptooth's face, and finally, she allowed her tears to fall. Bowing her head, Sharptooth took great, gasping breaths, her sides shaking with sobs. He was gone, gone, gone. She would never see him, ducking into the nursery with a smile. She would never run with him through the forest. It was over. He was done.
If Reedheart or her daughter approached her, Sharptooth didn't notice. The entire world seemed to fade away. Here, in the sunset of Shrewheart's life, all Sharptooth could see was pain.
OOC: heckin' short. Please let the other members of the patrol post first~
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