Ah, hunger. Nettlestrike had barely felt it before, yet it didn't seem to be something too disturbing. He knew that it was clawing at his health, pulling at his body until he was simply bone. It knew that it's end was near, and so Nettlestrike got up, using the last of his energy to head out to the territory one last time. No kit wants to see a cat starve, after all. Nettle didn't want to be something that harms others, he never had. As Nettle padded through the territory for the last time, all he could remember was his brother, Wolfsbanewing. He'll get to see Wolfs again, and that brought him comfort. His children will be okay aswell- Nettlestrike trusted the Clan. After a while of walking, he came to a tree. It was hollow at the roots, and the cat entered, curling up. It was incredibly comfortable- perhaps abandoned by a loner. Now, it will be his. As Nettle settled himself among the moss, he paused for a bit- perhaps he should feel scared. He was leaving everyone, after all, yet it was pointless to fear the inevitable. So he rested his head, closing his eyes for the very last time. ------ Okay. I don't know if I will make another Clan cat, honestly, as it needs a bit too much grinding for me,, which I can't! do. Thinking of a kittypet maybe.. All mourning would be inrp ok? ------ Hello, it seems like you're related to Nettlestrike [or knew him]! He died of starvation, and you may mourn here: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1309660986/ [rwtas: ]
