Lost Goodbye [Open]

ooc: This takes place during the gathering.

Stormbringer could feel it. She knew she was dying. While Riverclan was fairing well enough despite the harsh leaf-bare, with how old she was everything was starting to take it's toll. The constant cold, the inconsistent food.. Riverclan really tired their best to take care of her, but it seemed that it wasn't enough. Maybe it was just her time.. She had outlived a good number of kits and her mates. At least Jaystar, and Ashflight were doing okay. They would help the clan through this.

The blue gray she-cat shifted in her nest, dull amber eyes looking out the small entrance to the camp.. Most of the cats had left for the gathering.. She missed going to gatherings, but she had been too weak to go to them lately.. It seemed she couldn't even see right.. Everything seemed so dark outside.. She was cold.. Her breathing was shallow. She blinked, trying to clear her vision, but it only seemed to make it worse.. Everything seemed blurry. Darkness ebbed at the back of her mind.. calling for her to let go, to go into the comfort it was promising her. Well.. She would be okay right? She would see her mates in Starclan.. And she would be so happy to see them. Yeah.. Maybe it was time to let go.

"Goodbye.." She whispered out, her voice weak. Slowly her amber eyes closed, and it seemed as if the she-cat had fallen asleep, until her chest stopped rising and falling.

As sudden darkness fell over the forest, Wisteriabloom glanced up at the sky in fear. She had never been a deep respecter of Starclan, but knew how much the clans relied on their ancestors to keep everything moving. No doubt the gathering had fallen into chaos, and for once the elder was thankful she wasn't there. The meetings at fourtrees had once seemed so amazing, but over the moons they had lost some of their shine, since very few elders ever went to gatherings anyways.

With a starless sky, it was harder to navigate the gloom of camp, but Wisteriabloom had lived here her whole life, and easily found her path to the nursery. No doubt some of the younger kits would be scared, even if they didn't understand the weight of the situation like the warriors did. Just in case Stormbringer was still asleep, she whispered a greeting. "Stormbringer, is everything all right?" Her words were slightly muffled by the prey in her jaws, which she placed on the floor in front of the grey she-cat, just in time to here her softly say 'goodbye'.

"That's a bit rude, I've only just got here!" Wisteriabloom exclaimed, still in a whisper. On second thoughts, maybe the queen was just talking in her sleep. She padded closer to put the prey down in case she wanted it when she woke up, only to be hit with unfortunate realisation.

She placed a paw on the other she-cat's side, shaking her ever so gently in her nest, "Stormbringer? Can you hear me?" No response. "Someone help, it's Stormbringer, I don't think she's breathing!" She called louder, trying to summon her clanmates. There were only a few cats in camp, but Wisteriabloom didn't know what else to do.