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tw: blood and death

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My paws ached, my bones creaked, blood that wasn't mine seeped from my gaping mouth. My eyes drifted down my side, where gashes and streaks of red stained my pebble-colored spots. For the first time since I was a kit my floppy ears became a hinderence, drooping in front of my face as I limped away from what was left of my bloody clan. My heart was numb, and I no longer tried to process the death of my lovely parents, my beloved sister, my kind mate. No, I couldn't think of that. Two things kept me going, paw after paw.

One, I wouldn't die in the burning ashes of my childhood. I am stubborn, and I will die on my own terms. Had I stayed put, perhaps I wouldn't have lost so much blood, perhaps I would have made it to see the sun shine over the burned ruins; but then, what heroism does that bring? I'd much rather die by my own paws, proud and willing. And besides, I'm me. It wasn't like I was going to make it to the elders den.

Two... I saved them. My children. My mate received the prophecy, we worked it out together. I decided who would go. I could've sent him with them... but that's a moot point now. His blood spilled and mixed with the others.

A single feather, black as night, swirled in front of my view, startling me. As if a sign from above, it swirled around me, before landing in a small secluded spot of yellow wildflowers. My face was ragged and unrecognizable, but you probably still could've seen the smile on my face as I limped into the field, and collapsed.

I pulled the feather closer, and drifted away, my last grin one of triumph.

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tldr ; still as stubborn as ever, Aspentuft refuses to die in ruins like her family, and instead uses her final moments to find a single place of beauty. All the while recounting her optimistic hope for her kits. an au end of driftclan... or maybe it's secretly canon idfk