:D Here is my entry! Story: Goldenpaw tore across the hillside, his pawprints stained scarlet with blood. Tears streamed from his indigo eyes, making his sandy, striped fur damp. The wind whistled around him, and his heart ached with the pain and guilt of what he had done. He wrenched his eyes across to the dip in the hillside that was their camp. He shook his head. He couldn't ever show his face to the clans when they found out what he'd done for the treacherous cat that was his father. He looked over to the twolegplace, just a murky stain on the horizon. He looked down at his bloody paws, his scarlet tufts of fur, his red belly fur, and let out a yowl. 'Was it worth it? To kill my mate for your legacy?!', he thought, raking his claws down the grass. He thought of the stream where he'd left her, and streaked across the grass to it. His heart clutched in pain as he laid eyes on her. The she-cat's eyes were cloudy and glazed, and her black pelt was matted with blood and the scent of death. His eyes filled with dread and guilt as he looked at the once bubbly and kind she-cat he had known. ''Briarheart...'', he murmered, and pressed his nose against her muzzle, ignoring the rotting smell of blood on her fur. ''I'm sorry... I'm so so sorry.'', he whispered, and then pulled a small tuft of her black fur out, and hid it beside the stream. He then dug a small hole beside the stream, and lay the she-cat in it. ''Forgive me...'', he murmered, and licked her forehead, and then placed dirt over it, and placed a sprig of water lily over it. He took one last look at her burial place, and then fled, his eyes tearing up in rage and guilt all over again as he fled from the clans, too ashamed of what he had done to ever come back to where he had killed his own mate in a rage.
Line art: @GlitchedWolf Colouring: Me Character: Me (Charcater is Goldenpaw/scar) CC: @curiouspanther Song: Alan Walker: Darkside
