Mamba has died. Death date: 3/4/26 Death time :10:38 AM Death place : Thunderclan camp Last words: "Dont let them forget me, okay?" -------------------------- When the sun sets. "Tell them I went down fighting, make it sound impressive. Mamba was atop a ridge. He was sick, too sick. He had been sick for a while, ever since he was bitten by some rabid animal, sure, Mamba had never ever thought about it- but whatever the sickness was, it was growing. "I always said I'd die doing something legendary, this counts right?" Mamba could see cats below him laughing, having fun and playing. Kits ran with their mothers, playing with mossballs. Warriors sat in the shade, some were heading out for partols, others lay on cool damp rocks. "It was just a cough." Mamba's head lay down on the rocky ground, he was unable to lift his head at all. His insides felt twisted, and burned. Not like before, before he was lively, and he aurged with leaves, and rocks. He used to think that they could actually speak back. Mamba looks at a cat below him, who happened to catch is glaze. The cat shifted their eyes to the floor, away from Mamba's heart-breaking glare. Mamba tries to sit up to look impressive for the last time- he barely manages to, but then shortly falls back down after a few seconds. "Guess I finally found something stronger then me." Mamba looks at the sky. "I'll be back to annoying cats in the next moon." He mutters, but even he knows its not true. "I'll live." He says again, but he knows its not true. The sky seems to glare and laugh at him. "Why does everything sound so far away?" [ Night time now, Mamba is still atop the ridge. ] The camp is quitter, and so is Mamba's breath. The camp sounds fade in the dark as cat began to sleep. If Mambamelody sleeps, he know it will be his last. Mamba lifts his head barely, enough to look at the moon hovering above him. "Tell them I died fighting off Shadowclan cats, okay?" Mamba knows he is not getting better. Every cat know it. "I thought I had more time." He murmured, as if the moon would ever respond to such a sickly cat. Mamba lowers his head by force. Mamba knows he is not getting better. Every cat know it. "I thought I had more time." He murmured, as if the moon would ever respond to such a sickly cat. Mamba lowers his head by force. "No need to fuss, I'm still the bravest cat here." Mamba felt like a loser. He was dying by some pitful sickness, and not defending his clan. What kind of warrior died this way? Maybe Mamba was too much- too much laughing, too much talking. Maybe he was too fearless, too afraid of being forgotten "The quiet meant you were alone." Mamba tries to adjust his position. He cant, his breathing is rattling, like a can. He's shivering, even though its not as cold as most nights- his eyes are struggling to stay open. He know this is the end, the end of him. "The world doesn't end when you die, but it wont be around for much longer." Mamba turns to no-one, as if talking to the wind itself. "Dont let them forget me, okay?" He speaks, just barely a whisper, barely enough for any cat to hear at all. He falls on his chest, breathing slowly " The leaf I was aurging with better attend my vigil." Mamba collapses on his chest, breathings slowing by the second, his ears pinned down. Maybe hes in pain- either way, hes not speaking. Mamba is barely able to move, his head titling towards his left. "Don't let them forget me." Mamba exhales. It doesn't come back in.
