peter griffin death pose (tw: bl00d, inaccurate descriptions of injury, grief, fear, death) . it hurt. rosepaw was no stranger to pain, usually in short, fleeting bursts from bumping into someone or a sharp cut from thorns or a reckless training session. nothing like this. she heaved in a breath, the oxygen not quite flowing into her lungs properly. she gasped up air, tears and blood blurring her vision. why couldn't she breathe? the blood dripping from the gash in her neck was unfamiliar, too warm and unpleasant sticking against her fur. everything was too /quiet/. why could she hear sobs? she wasn't a loud crier. silence apart from the gasping breaths of the dying apprentice. her mind flashed back to her kithood- bright and hopeful, all the death surrounding her alien even when it caught her little sisters in its cold claws. she used to sing all the time. stars, what about rookpaw? the other's beautiful voice that reminded her so much of the wind, the breeze that always tussled her fur and sung in her ears. her wind-chime, her other half. so similar but so far apart. blood tricked down her neck. irispaw. her poor little sister, the one she'd shared stories with and squabbled with like the world wasn't crashing down around them. lightpaw. why didn't she talk to them as much as possible while she still could? dovepaw. funny, was it, how they'd gone out the same way. blossomcharm. lilykit, wildflowerkit.. rosepaw tried to stand up. she needed to get back. she wasn't going to die, rookpaw could fix her up. air flew out of her lungs, causing the patched apprentice to stagger and fall. rosepaw stared at the dancing grass around her, stars clouding her vision ss she lay in a puddle of her own blood, staining her fur like the dye she wore. it was far too quiet. tears pricked at her eyes. roz curled up, hugging her fluffy tail with her paws. she coughed, trying to clear her throat of whatever was stopping her breathing. and with that, she hummed, staring at her paws as she sung for the last time. she was never a very good singer. . whoooh that was fun,, sorry the writing is trash i only write srps at midnight ig /hj sorry if i forgot to mention you whoop.. the heirloom mc red flower accessory will go to whatever relative claims it first ig? loner quartz goes to rookpaw (if wanted ofc) river rocks are staying with rosepaw lol let me know if anyone wants to dreamvisit ok?
hey! it seems your character knew rosepaw. she has unfortunately died fighting the safety fail wolves (oops), her death project can be found here: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1328781225/ !! rntas:
