She'd been out hunting, attempting to bring something back to the Clan. After all, it was that time of year to keep the fresh-kill pile more than stocked. A bird or two had been caught, stored at the base of a tree as she had been taught all those moons ago. It was simply habit at this point. Catch prey, hide it, try and find some more.
What wasn't habit was the storm that seemed to be pelting down on the forest. Thunder rumbled, lightning cracked. It didn't bother Marigoldmask in the slightest. She'd seen storms, walked through the rain, and found it to be no problem, even if it made her pelt heavy. If anything, it aided her ability to hunt. So she pressed on, only ever occasionally shaking out her pelt.
All that would change, though, as a large crack of thunder shook the very ground beneath her. One moment, the molly could move.
The next, she couldn't.
A cry followed soon after. Her lungs expelled it with all she had. Beyond that, there was nothing else she could do. She couldn't get more air to fill her lungs. Pain was the next thing to ripple through her, and it stole whatever left of the breath she had.
In that crack of thunder, a tree had fallen, crashing right on top of the Skyclan warrior and pinning her. She'd gone away from her patrol, and Marigoldmask couldn't think of anyone to call out for. But she tried. She tried to call for help.
It wouldn't do her any good.
She could feel her consciousness slipping, and the warrior couldn't fight it. She had to give it away, to find herself among the stars.
Stay safe for me, Skyclan. Mind the storms...
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