{Death Inspires Me Like a Dog Inspires a Rabbit} (VioletHeart's Death)

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~Unfortunately, Vi died to an illness </3 but that's not exciting enough for her character and we need a story to how Lily and Vi found their kits, so here's her death project~ (Blood/Death TW) Violetheart died with the taste of iron on her tongue and the wind tangled in her fur like pleading paws. The forest watched in silence... cold stones, crooked pines, the moon hanging pale as a mourning eye above her. She had never imagined death would come like this: not in sickness, not in sleep, but beneath the jaws of something wild and starving, with blood soaking the earth in dark ribbons and tiny kits crying behind her. Still... she stood. Because love makes warriors of even the gentlest hearts. The wolf lunged like winter itself, all teeth and fury, and Violetheart threw her fragile body forward as though courage alone could stop death from arriving. Her claws became lightning, her yowl split the trees apart, and for one impossible moment she looked larger than fate. But fate is cruel. Its teeth found her throat. Its wrath shattered her ribs. And when she struck the final blow, sending the beast crumpling lifeless to the stones, she fell with it, broken, gasping, her heartbeat pouring out onto the cold ground. She thought then not of glory, nor of the stories they would tell, but of Lily. Sweet Lily, with a soul too bright for this wounded world. Violetheart feared death less than separation. Feared the stars would claim Lily one day while she wandered alone in darkness, unable to press their foreheads together again, unable to hear her laughter carried through camp at dawn. So she fought. Oh, how she fought. She clawed at the fading edges of herself, begged her lungs for one more breath, one more heartbeat, one more chance to whisper goodbye. Tears slid through her fur as the night reached trembling hands around her spirit. But death is not always violent. Sometimes it is soft. Sometimes it is quiet. Sometimes it comes like snowfall settling over a battlefield, gently dimming the pain, gently stealing the light. And as the forest blurred into shadow, Violetheart’s final thought was not fear, nor hate... but love. Love for the kits who would live. Love for the mate she could not bear to leave. Love so fierce it followed her even into the dark. Then her body stilled. The wind carried away her last breath, the stars watched without speaking, and somewhere beyond the trees, Lily still waited... unaware that half of her heart had already become a ghost.