An Escaping Flame (open)

Cries. Sobs. His life was completely ruined. Swirlspirit died of _______. Roaringpaw drowned and Sunpelt died. No one could convince him to want to stay alive. 

It was time for him to go too.

Though, there wasn't many ways for him to commit suicide in the territory. Then he remembered:

Foxes.

Praying silently to his mother and siblings, he closed his eyes and quickly trudged into the den.

A loud, sickening yowl of Goldenflame's was the last thing that he ever cried. "Goodbye, Mommy!" He screeched, a disturbing snap ringing through the forest, and he was never seen again.

Bluepaw was padding through the forest with a fine squirrel in her jaws when she heard a yowl which was abruptly cut off. Bluepaw raced through the forest, the squirrel forgotten. She stopped at a clearing where a fox had made it's den. She saw the faint outline of Goldenflame in the den. Fear rocketed through her. She backed away, her fur on end. She let out a sickening cry of horror as she turned and stumbled through the forest. Goldenflame was dead.

Fawnwillow had decided to take an evening walk through the woods, it always was nice and silent. But not this evening, as she walked something in the air felt menacing. Her pretty fur began bushing out when she heard the all too familiar yowl of her former apprentice. Goldenflame? No, wait. Blood?  No! Her heart began to pound as she raced to the sad yowl which ended, when it did she froze. Only briefly, He isn't dead, he can't be! Running she passed by Bluepaw, nearing the yowl the awful stench of fox hit her nose. Growling she charged forward to retrieve his body, The fox must be in its den! Just enough time to get him. Snatching his scruff she heaved him up as high as she could although she couldn't hold him high enough to keep him from hitting the ground. Picking up the pace until she slowed a safe distance away.
    Panting hard, sides heaving, she gently placed him down with the care of an experienced mother. Although his pelt was already beginning to stiffen and he reeked of death she refused to believe he was dead. Nosing him all over her heart dropped, slumping to the ground she let out a mournful wail. She loved him like her own son, she already missed his bright attitude and cheerfulness.
    Eyes full of sorrow and anger she heaved him on her back and grunted with the effort. I will kill those foxes, if it's the last thing I do! Tail lashing she slowly made her way to camp, the once bright sky began to pour down rain. Even Starclan is mourning the loss of a young warrior. Padding into the center of camp she let out another wail of emotions.