☾ |╺╺╺ | ☽ The embrace of death was as sweet as honey. Death shouldn’t be feared, for it’s a natural thing. But it’s not wrong to fear it’s embrace ; to fear for what will end you, and having that feeling… That odd feeling in your gut. That relaxing feeling. All your cares leave, all your misery ends. You watch the rain splash outside. Your eyes closing for forever. Mimic unsheathed his claws, the brave warrior-aged cat facing the fox that stood before him. He yelled at himself to flee, “flee you fool!” And yet, he didn’t. His paws were stuck. Strike. The pain didn’t send Mimic screaming, just tears foying down his cheeks. His feet jumped through the forest, to the “home” he lived in. But the damage had been done. The fox left him alone, but the hug of death hasnt. As Mimic fell, his mind left his body. He wouldn’t walk with the stars he didn’t believe him. He wouldn’t ever see Buttermilkperch. Oh, Buttermilkperch. Mimic collapsed in front of his house. Or would it? Would Buttermilkperch see him, dead, lying on the floor, when he comes to visit? Oh, poor Kee. Thump, thump. Thump thump. Thump… Thump… ☾ |╺╺╺ | ☽
