“Yelling at the sky…” infie was stumbling. he was cold, deathly cold. why was it so cold? then, he was on fire. his skin felt like it was burning. he was so hot. oh, great starclan, he needed help. “Screaming at the world…” he didn’t want to go to the apprentice den. he didn’t want ot, or gingy, or cherry, or really anyone to see him like this. he wanted to cry. his lungs were burning. the pain was terrible. he was shaking. he sat in the middle of camp, simply feeling his pain. and wanting to die. no, he had so much left to do. “Baby, why’d you go away…?” but… magni might be there. and perhaps his mother, if she wasn’t a shade. and… skua. but what about his other friends? what about scorpionpaw? he’d miss void with all his heart. what about puppy? d3ath might be gone too. “I’m still your girl…” what about otto? he stopped breathing as he thought of his friend. he wondered if otter would move on quickly. his throat felt like it was constricting, both from tears of physical and emotional pain. and what about all of his family? he hadn’t even met all of them. oh, why did it hurt so much? he didn’t want to go. “Holding on too tight…” part of him wished he could talk to one of his friends, or siblings, or even covershine. he was so scared. he wanted to cry again. what if he never saw any of them again? what if he went to the dark forest?! the thought terrified him. his siblings, his friends, they’d all go to starclan. he knew it. “Head up in the clouds…” but… then… he could talk to shay. he could confront morphosmile. he could try and find skuaear. oh, it hurt so bad. no. please no. “Heaven only knows where you are now…” he was murmuring prayers that his family and friends would be safe. he didn’t realize it when he slumped to the ground. but then, his breathing became labored, and he started shaking violently. “please… someone….” he begged, his voice broken and cracking. “How do I love, how do I love again…?” his heart was breaking. so was his life. it was literally being ripped at the seams. a part of him was relieved. most of him was terrified, though. he was dying. he was only ten moons old. he could’ve done so much more. “How do I trust, how do I trust again…?” so… “I stay up all night, tell myself I’m alright…” much… “Baby, you’re just harder to see than most…” more. “I put the record on…” “Wait ‘til I hear our song…” “Every night I’m dancing with your ghost…”
