Cold, Hear gasped, Pain, Her heart. Laying in the dirt, Death, The moon, hung in the air, "You see this starclan," she mocked through gasping tears, "How can you love us, have powers beyond our understanding, send prophecies that bend the core of the clans, and ye-" She paused, as the bl00d that once was hers seemed to move on its own, "Yet you sit back and watch this?" A classic story, wasn't it? Born live die, No but hers was a Horror. A Horror of death. A Horror of mvrd3er. A Horror of psychopathic thoughts she could never rid. And no one was around to watch. The world was far away. why was it so... small... A gasp. Where- where was she? At first, it looked like the descriptions of the dark forest she heard in kits tales but... this was... different. Is this... starclan? "Who-" hear realized that her fur was... red? A- and some parts... where were they!? She could see part of her ribcage- but not completely. "This... isn't either?" she questioned. "What is this place...?" | | | | | | V I really didn't want it to end up this way. I loved hear and I wanted to become a loner SO very bad. I know it's my fault that she ended up dying but. I never thought it *would* end up like this. BUT AT LEAST IM GOING TO KNOW WHAT THE HECK IM DOING NEXT TIME :D (also ghost designs inside, please take the warning seriously)
