[ forever sleeping ] a shineslumber death

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she could feel the tug of sleep, but not one that she usually knew. no. this one was unknown, yet she somehow was too familiar with it. as if she had shook paws with death herself she hated the feeling. like something was crawling in her fur. though she knew it was inevitable. just like death claimed her beloved morpho, it was coming after her next. but she wouldn’t be leaving unknown. no. she had a legacy after her. or, a sort of legacy. kits. amazing and beautiful bundles of joys. it was funny. she hadn’t thought of it that way when she had her first kits, lagoonkit, reveriekit. though she should’ve. but time was ticking away, and it wouldn’t come back for her. no one could rearrange the time, send her back to when she first became an apprentice. say… seven moons? when she first would have met Morphosmile, Morphopaw at the time, and many more. Volepaw, Badgerpaw, and Arapaw. she was a medic apprentice, too confused without a mentor to not stare at her paws. but the thought of being a highrank, was amazing. she could feel the pride running through her veins. then it took a quick turn when she became older, say, 12 moons? when she became a fully medic. no… it was later. when she fought with morpho. how badly it had hurt, seeing him like that. she didn’t care about her own feelings, but his. he was too happy to be scarred from what she had done. then she became older. and older, longer then she thought she’d ever live. yet she was happy, so so happy. then when she got old? say 60 moons old. she had left the clans to go follow morphosmile and voleshark. she was free. and she could fly up to the moon and back. she was with those she loved, and it was perfect too perfect. though nothing lasts. she found that out when morpho died. she had known her other kits were dead, from the starvation that ripped through her old home, claiming lives with hunger. if only morpho could’ve lasted longer. she wouldn’t be raising kits alone. yet… would she be lonely for long? death urged her, claws outstretched and tempting. should she give in? hold the paw tightly, like it was the only thing keeping her stable. yes. she should. it wasn’t long before she wilted away, just as the kelp around her leg had done ages ago. but. butterfly was with her. shine’s little hermit crab, colored like the waves of the ocean. how perfect. maybe the hermit crab would live on, find a new home. she truly hoped so. but now. now it was time to sleep. goodbye world. time to sleep