[TWs: mild blood (miscolored), death] Bounding out of camp, there was a sudden eeriness in the air that Yuccaspark just couldn't quite place. A heavy wind blew through his pelt, and it seemed as though a snowstorm were slowly making its way towards camp. Great. As if MossClan really needed /more/ trouble, huh? Whatever. Before the weather got any worse, he supposed the least he could do was try and get some hunting done. The warrior bounded onwards into the snowy clearing, glad to have a moment to himself. It was nice, and quiet. Camp had felt so...crowded, nowadays, though perhaps that was just him. It was /so/ quiet, in fact, that Yuccaspark hadn't even noticed the wolf until it was far too late. ... No. Stars, no. Not like this. Yuccaspark felt as if his heart were beating right out of his chest, as if he'd never even felt /alive/ until now! And perhaps he hadn't. Perhaps you couldn't ever /truly/ appreciate life, until you realized it was just about to be ripped right out of your hands. But the warrior kept fighting anyways. That's what he had to do, of course! He kept slashing, biting, kicking, no matter how much he felt the world slipping away from him. Because that's just what warriors did! Or, perhaps...that's just what Yuccaspark did. But feeling the adrenaline rush through him like lightning, it was clear the line had already begun to blur a long time ago. The wolf fought back -- of course it did, but to say Yuccaspark was even still fighting for /himself/ at this point would be a lie. Faces flashed before him. Skykit, Flightkit, Cloudkit, Heartkit, Discoverykit... ...Daylilyrise. Oh, stars. Maybe it was that one singular moment of hesitation, that would cost Yuccaspark his life. Or perhaps this fight had been over before it had even began. But no matter what it was, the fight soon had one clear winner, standing victoriously over the fallen opponent... ... Yuccaspark stood over the now still body of the wolf, wide-eyed in shock. He'd done it! By the stars, he'd really, actually, done it! He'd... Yuccaspark collapsed to the ground, convulsing with pain. NO! He'd done it, hadn't he? He'd WON! Stars, this had to be some sort of punishment, didn't it? Some sort of sick reminder of what he'd done? The wintergreen bracelet around his paw felt like it was choking him now, the snow against his fur feeling like an unending fire. Faces flashed before him once again, but this time not in determination. There was Heartkit now, begging him to spread the news with tears welling in his eyes. There was Wintergreenfeather, laying crestfallen in the warriors den. A blurred, warped vision, of a face he'd tried so long to forget. ...And then there was Lemonhug. Telling him he was already too late. And maybe he'd always been too late, in a way! Yuccaspark knew he could've never really done it, anyhow. He'd never had the - - Guts! Hah! The guts to foolishly risk his life, the guts to die, but not to avenge his son? A laughingstock! A story to chuckle about, over a meal with your friends! Ridiculous! So utterly, vehemently, ridiculous! A laugh just barely escaped out Yuccaspark's throat, loud and painful. But...They'd be safe. The struggle stopped, the warrior's anguish suddenly fading. ...They could be safe. Even if it was just for a little while longer. By the stars, even if was just for a /day/ longer! The kits could be safe. Daylilyrise could be safe. MossClan could be safe. ...For a little while longer. Huh. ... Yuccaspark opened his eyes, only able to look up towards the skies above. They were dark, but the stars shone brightly that night. A gentle snow fell still, despite it all, landing around the fallen warrior as if he weren't even there. It was quiet. Finally, quiet. It was /so/ quiet, in fact, that Yuccaspark hadn't even noticed when everything went dark. ...
... .. . [ Epilogue ] Thank you so much to everybody who had a part in Yuccaspark's life, no matter how small or how significant! Every little bit matters. Especially for this awesome guy, ok? To say Yuccaspark was my favorite generations character I've ever had would probably be an overstatement, but at least at the moment, it's probably true! I nabbed the little guy in around November of 2025, from a donated litter just when MossClan was being revived. I killed off my current character at the time, Whisperwillow, just to get him! Could you imagine? At the time, I wondered if I'd regret it, later down the line. And if you asked me now, I can't say that I /don't/. But if I hadn't made that decision, exactly when I did? Then Yuccaspark wouldn't exist. And so, boy, maybe it /was/ worth it, in the end! Yuccaspark died on April 9th(?) 2026, with his stats being 45/15, and his age being 55 moons old. He died due to fighting a safety fail wolf and rolling a major, which stacked with his already current minor, killing him. But as he didn't nesscasarily roll 'death', he managed to ward off the final wolf of the safety fail anyhow! A sacrifice. A fitting death. I've never been quite good at showing gratitude, but I'll try my best, for the sake of this :'] I'd like to give a shout-out in particular to: @Moon__stream, @silvertigger, @KitsKorner, @Applefern-the_k1tty, and @TinyFrog_WC! Those are just the people I can think of at the current moment, but as I said earlier? Every little bit mattered. Thank you. Genuinely. All of you guys made Yuccaspark's life what it was. and I hope to see you all again with future characters! :D ...Salutations, Yuccaspark. You won't be forgotten. || ORP || - [ Yuccaspark ] - [ Male, he/him ... 55 moons old ... Warrior of MossClan ] - [ '' I hold on so tight, for so long it's just not right ,, ] Typing... ORP || Yuccakit || - [She/her] - [1 moon old] - Typing... [ Credits ] Art - Made by me, created on Kleki Song - Tomcat Disposables by Will Wood [ The End! Salutations! ]
