Dying Wolf (death topic)

She had been longing to see her clan one more time before she died. She eas dying, and she knew it painfully in her heart, that with every secong passing, she was worse. She coughed and her breath wheezed, she was dizzy and feverish, and a comstant lump in her stomacn told her she was done with her happy days. She'll miss the barn...

She'll miss them all.

Now, on the edge of the Thunderpath, she was shaking, thinking about a universe in which she wouldn't have met Black and Pepper. In which she would've stayed in ShadowClan. In which Mousepaw continued abusing her. In which she was more of a loner than she was without her clan. She coughed up blood, and crouched on the ground, in desperate pain.

She would not be lasting too long.

And she did not last too long.

#sob)

Bat had to see, the clan that he had left his son on the border of by request of his mother, did they raise him? He was taking hesitant steps to get there. He often used the roads as a way to know where he was going and this time, he had found something he never thought he would. He saw Wolf at the edge of the black stone, crumpled on the ground.

He raced towards her, the cars sending gusts of foul air against his fur as he stood there with her. Bat carefully placed a paw on her side to see if she was breathing with hope foolishly stuck in his mind. If she was breathing, it was too weak for him to feel. The black cat grabbed her scruff and pulled her away from the black path with puddles of swirling liquid and placed her down as delicately as he could. His usually emotionless eyes were filled with sorrow, this was the second death that had actually affected him. Perhaps leaving his son to the clans was the better choice, Wolf should have stayed in her clan and he should have stayed in the streets. He curled up with the younger cat, watching ruefully as the strange roaring beasts carried on the bloodied road. Panic rose in his chest, how would he tell Pepper?