Tw. Description of Injury and Death ------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was natural. Gull had had the wound for most of faers adult life. It had festered. And fae had kept going. It’d never killed fae before to work through the pain. This time it had. Nobody would care. Not really. Not many cats would mourn faer in Flurryclan. Maybe Sweetpaw. Fae had kits in the nursery. Timbrepaw was coming soon. She probably wouldn’t care much. Maybe a bit. Fae hoped so. Hoped it ate at her. Was that wrong? Fae wanted to be remembered but fae had never lived a life worth remembering. Not in faers eyes. And so fae would only hope that someone would grieve faer. Fae hoped it’d hurt. More than this had hurt. Still did. At the very least it didn't take long. The lights flickered out, faers mouth tasted of static. All too soon it was over. Too quick. There was nothing left to hold onto. Too late fae wondered whether choosing to go hunting today had been a mistake. Dying far from camp seemed foolish. Fae had never considered faerself smart. Fae drifted for awhile. But soon found faerself at an impasse. Fae chose the path down. Into the murky underbelly of the afterlife. Fae had been born an Urchinclanner after all. And despite everything. Fae just wanted to go home.
this has been written but I hadnt posted it yet rip gull i loved faer a lot but unfortunately faers major just never healed despite my efforts. admittedly i am somewhat glad as gull had lost most of faers positive relations which made rping faer a bit of a drag. atleast fae can do the mimic event now. fae is going to cause so much trouble o7 Gullgamble. you were very swaggy psst if you have a mc kit or someone who can visit mossclan you should come say hi to my new mc kit her name is Brackenkit she's very polite
