☬• The End ••• Watcher Death RP •☬ Watcher sighed. Why did it have ro go like this? She was at the river bank on the No Clans' Land, looking at her reflection. It was quite a pitiful sight, to be honest. The tortoishell she-cat was skinny, her black and ginger fur stuck together in clumps, her eyes, which lost their shine, were red from how hard it was to fall asleep, despite being always tired. And it wasn't just her appearance either - she felt like fox-dung for days now. Whenever she moved it was like she was dragging herself with every movement, she was coughing a lot, very often, even the sight of fresh-kill made her stomach turn, and during midday, she was still shivering... It was like this, getting worse, for a quarter-moon now. Watcher couldn't regret passing through that swamp more. She heard that it carried diseases, serious ones at that, that's why she avoided it ever since she came to this place. Why did she have to do that, then?! Watcher did not know, could not remember her thoughts. Yesterday, she left the Wicked Monolith in the Pristine Tropics, and came here to the river to drink. She did not go back. What would be the point? She didn't move much either, since then. She didn't like she had energy for hunting, and it wouldn't stay inside her for long, anyways. She just layed there, drinking occasionally, and keeping eye. It was like she lost her will, her will to live. But that couldn't be it, right? She fought for so many moons in these lands to live, even if at times there was nothing else, her instinct and endless determination to live always kept her going. So why not now? It couldn't be loneliness. Though she seldom felt that, she hadn't talked with a cat for moons. For how many? She didn't know. But who to, anyways. She had no friends, no family. The closest was Risingsilence, but that was more curiousness from her part than anything, and she couldn't find him anyways. If she wanted to, she could make connections, surely, so it couldn't be that. But what else could she look forward to? She had no connections, time was well into green-leaf, she had no goals, really... These where the thoughts that walked Watcher's mind for the last hours, day, days... The day heat was begunning to be replaced by the night's chilling cold, as the sun's last rays of light hid under the ground. Watcher pulled back her head from above the water. She lay down her head on her paws. She let into the need of closing her eyes shut. Maybe she could sleep well tonight... ••• As Watcher fell into the blackness, she suddenly jerked up her head, as a feeling of nothingness swallowed her. She was greeted by a silver meadow, grass gently sweeping her legs, with nothing blocking the horizon. A feeling of warmth hit Watcher, along with the realisation. She sat up, and looked around her new home, spotting the only thing other than the silvery grass and sky - the star. A smile - the first one in a long time - apoeared on Watcher's face, as she walked into the light to see her mother. ☬• ••• •☬
