[TW: D3ath, implied g0re/bl00d] Sunriseglory quickly paced along the CavernClan border. He was a ticking time bomb, back and forth, just waiting until he exploded. Time and time again, he was here, pacing and waiting… But this time was different. The sky was an eerie shadow, not bright, but bland—a tormenting storm above him. Though the rain was the least of xeir worries, now. The real problem was the beast standing in front of xem. A large monster with eyes staring straight at xem. Eyes that xe could never forget. A pyrospear. Why one was out this far, it didn’t know, though it wasn’t like it had much time to think before the thing was coming straight at it. Sunrise couldn’t even react. He couldn’t move. Not in time, at least. Not before its teeth were pulling at his neck, piercing pain shaking his entire body. He tried to scream, but all that came out was silence and more pain. And then xe relized… It couldn’t escape this. He would d1e. So began… Xeir mind was racing, vivid memories flashing through xeir eyes. Of xeir kits. Cicadadream and Anthaunt… And Bumblebeepaw. None of which xe spent enough time with. If only xe had… Perhaps he would get another chance to see them. Then, the images shifted… To Foami. It loved him. It really, really loved him. More than anyone or anything, even PyroClan itself… Yet it never spoke the words. And it never would. Because it was dy1ng. Dy1ng like his family… The family up in StarClan. The family he would see soon. Right..? He forgave them, so he should see him, right? He forgave them… Mostly. Except one. The one who xe never would. Never, never, never. Trapper. Trapperkit, who wasn’t family. Trapperpaw… the betrayer with its Beetlepaw. Trapperfury, the forgotten. The forgotten one who xe /might/ have forgiven, if it wasn’t for Trapperstar. The finally. The fake fool playing leader in Kestrelstar’s place. Once a betrayer, always one. Now, with xeir Baba’s apprentice, Ladybugshine. It still didn’t feel real. But then again, neither did de@th. Yet here it was, the life slowly draining as bright red spilled from it. And soon, there was nothing left. No movement. No thoughts. No breathing. No life. No more Sunriseglory.
