Tw, death Her paw was hurting. Stinging. Infected. Mari lay in her nest, silent tears trickling down her cheeks. Every attempt to stand, was useless. She would always fall back down. No other cats were around to get a medic, no cats to at least help her up. No cats to comfort her in her last moments of life. What caused this? May looked back to her paw. Of course. This was the main reason of all her problems. If only she hadn't been so rash as a kit. Things could have gone better. She would still be laughing with Bluebellpaw. Sparring with Poppaw. Training with Spoonbill. ... May felt a small nudge on her cheek. She Opened her eyes just barely. Just so she could see her little friend's face one last time. "Hope" She whispered weakly, as the European hamster gave another nudge, urging her to stand. That was what she chose to name it. 'Hope'. Mari's eyes closed again, and all that was left, was her own thoughts. May had lived an amazing life, filled with laughter, joy, smiles, and stories. To think it would end so soon. She hadn't lived to be a hero, she hadn't seen the ocean. Oh, there was just so much she hadn't done! But she knew her story was ending. She knew she would never get to experience those things. Life was just... unfair like that. ... Mary shivered. Why was it cold... in Greenleaf?
I have no regrets. Mari truly did live a great life. She died of her injuries, not long ago. But now, I don't feel upset, or sad. (Maybe a lil bit while writing this, but-)
