Murderer. No, Snow wouldn't call herself that. It was a series of poor circumstances, that was all. She never *meant* to kill Walrus, no. Even if she did… Well, she wouldn't say that sorry excuse for a former leader didn't deserve it. Snowwrath. Snowcelestine. She had known… so many names. The cold-hearted feline stood at the edge of the isle, watching the waves lapping at the shore. What would they call her when she was gone? Mother? Warrior? Monster? Her eyes, swirled with red, drifted down to those tainted blue paws. Blood, dried and stained, a cruel reminder of her actions. She had never bothered to wash it off, with the limited water in the barrens. No-one hasn't gotten their paws dirty at least once. They would never let her wipe the slate clean anyways. No, not here. She knew better than that. She needed to go home. Not some prison, not some facade of a home. No, her real home. The place she should have gone to a long time ago. Snowcelestine stepped forth, feeling the water rise up above her paws, then her legs, then along her sides and up her scarred chest. She pondered what new name she would gain. One that would feel right this time, she would sure. She wondered how her old mentor fared, pictured that glorious iceberg sailing the seas. Snow wasn't quite sure how long she had been swimming before that wave crashed over her head. How long she had been caught up in fantasies when she was dragged under. She desperately clawed at the water, battling to get above. Her chest burned, her breath only bubbled out as she fought to reclaim it. How foolish she had been to attempt such a feat. She should have known. She should have known how impossible this would be. Her limbs were growing tired, her insides ablaze. Her lungs claimed no more air, having long since filled with seawater. Eventually all had begun to fade. Vision, feeling. Above the waves she thought there was a glimpse. The stars, had they come to claim her? Mother. Father. She was coming home, coming home to them. She closed her eyes, letting it all slip away, accepting her watery grave. It would all be okay, once she took her place among them. If only she knew fate had other plans.
