Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story? ~ A death srp

Instructions

Table of contents: INTRUCTIONS: srp, my own thoughts N+C: accessories, notes, messages. ----------------------------------------------------------------- "Let me tell you what I wish I'd known, when I was young and dreamed of glory," Frog felt the wound on his stomach burn. It stung, and he collapsed. He thought of Lapisdove--how he wished he could do anything to make it up to her, to apologize one more time, for everything he said when he was a kit, and apprentice. How he wished he could take back every word, how he could wish they could go back and never do anything wrong. It was too late now. But, out of most things he wished... he wished Lapisdove a peaceful life now that he was taking his last breaths. "you have no control" These scars, wounds. They burned, of guilt, loss, pain, memory, battle.... He knew it. He was dying. And Cicada, his beloved...wasn't there. Where was she? He didn't know, he didn't have the control to know. "who lives," He thought of his best friend Wish, who had been there for him, helped with his thoughts, always cheered him up. She tried to help him, to save him, she really did... and he didn't blame her. He wouldn't. But he knew she tried her best, he was going to pass in his life anyway. "who dies," He remembered his sibling, his first friend--Spooky. Would he see her again? He hoped so... see a face he wished to see since forever. "who tells your story." ...would Cicada remember him? "President Jefferson." Lapisdove... he was sorry. He was so, so sorry... but he wouldn't be there to annoy her anymore. Tears slipped down his face. His wound burned. "..."(etc) "President Madison." Wishreverie. Goodbye, friend. Who was always there for him. "..."(etc) "Eliza." Cicadachirp. He swallowed. He was running out of time. Where was she? Where was his mate, his love.... Cicada. Your dear Leaper is waiting for you...will he see you again, someday? "..."(etc) "I rely on Angelica, while she's alive we tell your story" Frog hoped that Wish and Cicada would remember him. Please, let them remember him.... The sounds were blasting in his ears, the den was spinning. "..."(etc) "Oh, I can't wait to see you again. It's only a matter of time." Cicada... he was ready. He was ready, he would wait forever to see her again. He wanted to find her, to tell her that he loved her.... But he would have to wait. And he would wait as long as it took. As he took in his final breaths, he tried to communicate to everyone he wanted to, he thought everything he needed to. And as the rise and fall chest slowed, a smile creeped on his face. At least he would be at peace. And there, he lay, pain numbing, Frogleap lived his final moments. And he lay still. oh, god... frog has been a real part of my life, even though he was just for a roleplay. i'm going to make this short, but goodbye, frogleap. ribbit. i will most likely rp with him in starclan, however. copypasta: Hello. It appears that you knew Frogleap in some way. He has passed away. You can mourn here: