eclipsed . wolverineapricity death roleplay

Instructions

the steps were taken in a quick, light fashion, briskly leading the brown-furred she-cat to the horrors waiting beyond. the wolf pack that had been terrorizing her clan for a whole moon, the culprits of the uncountable killings that had affected the entire population. and wolverineapricity was going to stop it. not later. now. the sound of a howl halted her steps and brought her to a shallow crouch. wolvie did not have the strength of a wolf, but she did have the element of surprise. and the she-cat was not planning on letting that advantage fade. the thick foliage began spreading itself out as wolvie continued to walk toward the source of the howl. and there it was. fur beautiful and grey, tinted in the ghastly white light of the moon: a wolf. it was bigger than she had heard; far more than three times wolvie's size, packed with muscle. wolvie shook her head. she would not back down now. it was far too late to bail out. /you're the strongest warrior in the clan,/ she thought to herself. /you're the strongest warrior in the clan, wolverineapricity. you can beat some wolf./ wolvie solidified the thought in her head. there was no way she would die to this wolf now. she had trained far too hard. worked far too much for such a simple death. the she-cat stalked closer to the beast, eyes trained on it. one step closer. two steps closer. the wolf behind her was like a shadow. a shadow packed full of her past: the crimes she commited; the people she loved and left to die; the cat she killed. a shadow that had evergreenhorizon: her future mate that she had left to die before she could confess her love, the first and only love she had ever had. primroseburst: the best friend that she had let leave, only to find nothing left of but the flower crown on wolvie's head. badgergaze: the brother she had argued with but loved; the brother she had let go on the exploration that he never came back from. so many of her kits, that she had barely got to know or love. and finally, the greatest fraction of all of the shadow's parts: leeklullaby. the cat she had killed for no reason. brutally murdered. just because of a petty argument. the shadow scooped her up. it was like ballgame, and she was the mossball. getting picked up roughly and tossed around like she was a little leaf. a yowl erupted from wolvie's chest as she struggled to get out of the wolf's grip. but it was useless. the killing blow was quick and painless. she barely felt as her soul drifted to the sky to forever be in starclan. all she knew was this momentarily contentedness. this acceptance. a single tear slipped from her lifeless eye as the wolf tossed her body aside, to never be seen again.