THE COST OF DAWN - lunarlullaby death srp

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hit the flag for sound trust posted at a little past midnight cst because yes lunarkit hadn't felt it coming. instead, lunarkit had felt the breeze and the sun. lunarkit had felt joy and disappointment. lunarkit had instantly fallen in love with the world and life itself--it was so beautiful, wasn't it? as lunarkit had grown and experienced more, she'd met various others, those dubbed 'clanmates' in the script. some of them had been beautiful souls too; like abbysalabsense. lunarkit hadn't really spoken to the icecat after their first interaction, but it was still a moment the kitten--warrior would never forget. she still wore those turkey feathers, carefully moving them out of harm's way when she was helped with preening, and when she eventually came to so it herself. but of course, as soon as said was finished, her precious accessories were fitted with utmost caution back into the very peak of her dusky indigo wings. ah, but back on the topic, lunarkit had met some poorer fatelings too; some had snapped at her or judged her for existing, but others had seemed sad and alone. lunarkit had always felt a twinge for those cats, even as she moved away. it wasn't their fault if something had gone wrong, lunarkit had noted. for that its just nature, and nature can be cruel in its fragile beauty. an older version of her would soon be forced to confirm that, in something past her didn't understand yet. lunarpaw had felt something. lunarpaw had felt (vague) friendship and friendly smiles. lunarpaw had felt the stings and pains of the real world. but lunarpaw still adored the world, the little bit of lunarkit hadn't been washed out. in reality, no part of lunarkit had been washed out of the hesitant apprentice. the world was just proving it had its own claws and boundaries, and would slice them your way if you disrespected its ultimate power. perhaps a dramatic metaphor, lunarpaw had silently acknowledged, but a real one that she reminded herself of daily. and so she endured. she sought out her path as the role of a falconcat warrior, trying not to wince when blood sprayed with a hiss or claws clashed in mock battles. she had known warrior life hadn't been for her, and lunarkit had been wondering, wondering, wondering if she should try to run the path as a healer, perhaps with abbysalabsense--but no. she knew that wasn't right for her either, the fear that anything she did could doom some other cat's life was far to much for the fearful-minded feline to even think about it. life is cruel sometimes, she'd realized too, it forces you to pick even when you don't want to. it forces you to choose between your relationships or you. that scared lunarpaw, and was one of her reasons for being so unfortunately quiet. lunarlullaby knew it was coming. she didn't know what it was, not enough to put a name on it, but a soul can tell. lunarlullaby could tell something wasn't right, her exhaustion and tightness weren't usual compared to what songquintessense and the other new warriors said and acted. but she'd never gone for help, never went to get advice. that was something lunarlullaby didn't know. would never know, know. it was too late to know if her life could have been saved, or if she could have lived a little longer. this was all the was on lunarlullaby's mind and she slowly drifted down the peak on open dusty indigo winds, gaze defocused as she lost herself in memories. distracted as she was, it had seemed only a minute when lunarlullaby's touched down on soft, familiar material of moss. her body had subconsciously flew her to her spot while she was in her daze--a bright little moss-coated ledge where she could always see la lune reach its peak in the center of the star-flecked sky ahead. it was truly a beautiful spot at night, a little soft proof that life likes to be kind sometimes too. or, at least, at bare minimum, this was the gentle explanation the slowly fading warrior held on to. 11:53 lunarlullaby exhaled softly as she proceeded to lay down at the edge of the ledge, and then her breath became more ragged as she fought for oxygen from the physical exertion. 11:55 after only a few minutes, lunarlullaby had managed to calm her panting one more--however she had to admit the exhaustion had remained an unfortunately omnipresent thing that had resurfaced from earlier today. her eyelids felt heavy. just a nap. just a nap. just a quick nap, her body pleaded. just a small one, her mind begged. but lunarlullaby could tell. lunarlullaby's consciousness would not let her. for the tired warrior wanted to see la lune again, wanted to feel strong.