Monarchpaw's amber eyes flickered once, a silent testament to the bravery that had carried her through countless moons. The battle had been merciless, the forest trembling under the clash of claws and the roar of enemies. Pain twisted through her fur and muscles, but her spirit refused to yield even as the life within her began to ebb. She thought of her Clanmates, the cool shade of the trees where she had first learned to hunt, and the whispers of her mentor, guiding her even now. A last shiver ran through her as she sank beneath the Fernshade, her breath shallow, whiskers trembling. In that fleeting moment, Monarchpaw felt the warmth of her Clan surround her, and then, with a final, soft exhale, she let go, leaving her legacy etched into the hearts of those who loved her.
goodbye my baby <3 i'll miss you.
