Uuuuuuhhhh, my son is literally on his death bed. Uhm, he has a major... Hm. So I put him down ok I'm sorry, but I and the rest of my system (looking at Cowrie, Rat) despise majors because... that's a step away from hitting the bin. Okay yeay Generositypaw had been laying around in the med den. Mischiefpaw was somewhere, fussing about herbs. Or was he? Everything seemed so blurry. He blinked slowly. The pain in his face, leg, and shoulder was gone. How was that possible? He blinked slowly again. Mischiefpaw's figure was fading in and out of his sight. Was this death? Was this what Sympathypaw saw? He blinked again. He wasn't sad if he was dying. Sad, yes, that Goodwillpaw would be the last of their litter. But honestly? Not sad at all. He had fought off a wolf. He had avenged Sisi and Mother. He had protected the clan. And that was enough. He had done more than most warriors could. And now he was achieving his final goal. He was finished and he was proud of it. #shade ok
Hello, it seems like you know Generositypaw in some way. He has unfortunately passed (by my own hand) away from his injuries from fighting the wolf! Feel free to drop by to mourn! https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1321634695/ [[ rwtas: ]]
