"I broke my promise" - Chamomile dsrp

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!!TW: mentions of de@th, vi0lence, and gri3f!! - -- --- Wolves. That word had been haunting FlurryClan for moons. The horrid creatures, with their bl00dy fangs and soulless eyes. They kept the kits awake at night. Chamomilepaw could hear them howling in the distance. The wolves. It was time, he thought. Time to put a stop to this. . . . Chamomile was not a good fighter. They knew this. But frankly, he didn't care. It may have been fear, or bravery, or maybe even rage that drove him to sneak out of camp that night. Fear of losing more loved ones? Bravery, a duty to his clan? Rage, a driving force to get revenge on the horrible monsters who stole /everything/ from him? No one can say for sure. He left, without even a goodbye. No one came after him, no one noticed, until it was too late. . . . Chamomilepaw tried to quiet his beating heart as he stalked the young wolf. It had been separated from it's pack, hunting for a midnight snack, they guessed. Chamomile hoped the juvenile didn't catch his scent. They said a silent prayer to StarClan, begging for strength. and for mercy. ... The wind changed. ... Why did it change? ... Chamomilepaw had barely a second to think before the young wolf looked up, sniffing the air. It's eyes shone with an eviI light. It had caught his scent. The wolf howled, an awful sound, piercing the peaceful silence of the night sky. . . . Pain. All they knew was pain. His whole life. It was only pain. Pain. So much pain. The back of their neck had become numb, where the wolf had delivered it's last blow before leaving him for dead. Dead. DEAD. Chamomile was dying. They were bleeding out. He was dying. Dying. And no one. No one was there. To comfort them. To miss him. To /love/ them. He... deserved love... didn't he? Love. They smiled weakly at the thought. With love came loss. And yet, his life had been so full with it. With love. And with loss. And now... they would love, for the last time... Lose, for the last time... "Songbird..." He'd broken his promise. And they would never be able to apologize for it. The world went dark. And the braid- the braid Chamomile had refused to take out since his kithood- came undone. Their suffering ended. --- -- -