. Mallardkit death rp . he/him . death of hunger . . . . mal lay in his nest, starving to the bone. his pelt was neat, and tidy, but that didn't make a difference in the aching pains that corrupted him. he groaned as he moved a small inch. he felt too weak to move, and his muscles were sore. there were so little prey since traitorous and pathetic FlurryClan took from them. did they even think about the deaths they caused? did they know? he had spoken to the deputy of FlurryClan, but he didn't have the chance to ask her about the prey-stealing before the hunger pains gripped him again and caused him to stumble back to his nest, where he was now. he had been curled tightly in his nest for the past few sunrises, and it didn't feel great. he felt his life and soul slowly ebb away. he knew StarClan was coming. he blinked, his vision blurry. he thought he saw a pelt of someone that looked somewhat like him. mother..? he shut his eyes tightly, and when he felt the time was right, he opened them. he opened them finally, and he was in the gardens of StarClan. many cats seem to welcome him, and for once, mal felt that the world had just rolled off his shoulders, and he was free . . .
