I had just woken up. My pelt was matted and I was very hungry. I didn't feel like eating, or taking care of myself anymore. It just felt like a chore. Life felt even harder. It has almost been a moon since Amberclaw had died. I'm not sure how I was gonna live. I've been thinking about it. The thoughts of killing myself. I wanted to do it. All of my pain and suffering would end. I felt dizzy, and had the feeling as if I was about to pass out. I sat up and leaned against the tree that was beside me. The sky was dark, and the ground was wet. Suicidal thoughts ran through my head as I stared up at the dark and cloudy sky.
"Why starclan. Why? Why did you make my life like this. What did I do so wrong to deserve this?" I cried. Tears streamed down my face. I got up from the tree, almost falling over. I ended up catching myself. I stood there for a bit. The suicidal thoughts grew louder and louder. I couldn't take it anymore. I began to cry harder. "Fuck Starclan, fuck you, and fuck everyone!" I growled as I swung my paw up and quickly swing it back down with my claws unsheathed. I slashed my neck, and blood poured out of it. I began to choke. The pain was unbearable. My vision went blurry, and then went completely black. I was finally dead.
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Icehearts tragedy
FantasyIceheart is a brave, strong, and independent she-cat who lives in Thunderclan, as a medicine cat. But there is a great danger coming her way that might change everything.
