The Embodiment of Death Itself [Open]

For the first time in her life, Coyotegrin felt truly, and utterly...

... Alone.

Even in what she thought could be her darkest day when Goldenpaw was drug into camp, she never would have believed that her mate, her lifelong bestfriend, would be gone just a few sleeps later. Hawkheart had been with her since birth; they were kits playing together in camp - they were apprentices fighting together across the Dark Forest in that fateful Gathering - they were parents to three wonderful kits. But now, that was over. The last few nights would be cherished for eternity as she walked the moors alone now, living despite the death of the other half of her. A hole in her heart where Hawkheart had always been.

The sun was just rising now over the ridge guarding WindClan's camp. The elders had just carried away his body. Rooted to the ground, Coyotegrin just stood an empty shell staring at the trail that Hawkheart would be walked for the last time. She felt like dying - she felt like she was already dead. Mouth parched, lungs burning, and eyes scratchy, if the warrior laid down she felt like she would never stand again from the wait of grief.

What would she do now? What could she do now?

Daisybreeze hadn't even fully processed her brothers death when she learned that her father and former mentor had died in a very similar way. She was broken at this point. She stopped sleeping, didnt eat much of anything anymore. What was the point? She couldn't see any.

She had stayed by Hawkheart's side in grief until the elders tugged him away. What had happened? Their family, less than a moon ago had sat exactly where she stood now enjoying a meal together. Now it was abandon. There was nothingness in her heart. She was cold and nothing could fill what she felt she just had torn from her.

Tears ran down her face as much as she hated that. She saw her mother standing a little ways away. Hesitantly she went to her sitting by her side. The only family both of them had left was each other now.

Daisybreeze didnt feel like talking what was there even left to say at this point? She silently cursed those foxdung creatures that had taken Goldenpaw and Hawkheart all too early. She vowed vengeance upon them. The look alike coyote kit was the last one both her siblings dead now one as a kit the other as an apprentice. The once so eager to please she cat had nothing left now. She once wanted to please her clan and her parents so much... but now? she just felt broken and empty. She had nothing left to give to this star forsaken place. What did starclan want next? What would they tear away from her next? She forced herself not let coyote know she was contemplating leaving this place forever. Coyote needed her now more than ever but every day spent here was just another reminder of the things that they had lost. She wondered if she asked her if coyote would go with her, somewhere far away. She closed her eyes knowing that she never could do that but the thought of it was always present to her.

Birchpaw sat at the entrance to the medicine den, keeping a respectful distance from the mourning family. There was nothing Batsong or they could have done, it was simply, unmistakably, wholly a tragedy. First Goldenpaw, then Hawkheart... Their heart went out to Coyotegrin and her daughter. They had lost their mother, sure, but what if they had to lose her twice in just a short period?

Their paws scuffed at the ground in contemplation. Heaving a sigh, Birchpaw got to their feet and padded over to the two mollies, dipping their head in a solemn greeting. There was truly nothing they could do to make the hurt go away, but the least they could try to do was offer some consolation. The medicine cat apprentice sat down next to Daisybreeze, watching the elders disappear into WindClan's territory. They sat in silence for a long time, simply offering physical support, but finally spoke up in a quiet mew.

"I'm so sorry for your loss. WindClan's loss. He was taken too soon. Although...any time, truly, is too soon..." Their tail swept through the dirt underpaw thoughtfully. "...If there is anything I can do, let me know..."