Call to the Wild

[20]

"Storm is sick!" At the sorrowful words, Rosemary jumped to her paws, she was sleeping, until she heard those words. Storm was on the ground coughing blood, while Brook and Blaze were frantically trying to help him with catmint. (Catmint is a herb which helps cats dealing sickness.) "Eat the catmint, Storm!" Blaze frantically coaxed. Rosemary rushed over to him, gently prying open his mouth while Storm kept coughing and choking. Brook and Blaze stuffed some catmint into his mouth, which he eventually swallowed. 

Storm calmed down, but he coughed from time to time, his face twisted with pain. "I won't let him go." Blaze insisted. He means he won't let Storm die. Rosemary thought. Which I won't do either. We can't give up hope. They watched him cough and vomit throughout the days, and they ran out of catmint, just in time for winter. "Oh no." Brook groaned. "In winter, there are barely any catmint left." She sighed. 

Rosemary nodded agreement. She sent Blaze out to fetch more catmint while she and Brook gave Storm the last remaining catmint. "Rosemary, Brook." Storm suddenly rasped. "Let me go." Brook's eyes widened, "No! You have to stay with us!" She cried. Storm shook his head, his frail body convulsing. "No, the stars are waiting for me." He gasped. "Give Blaze my goodbyes. I am so proud of you." He gave them a slight smile, his eyes glimmering with pain and sadness.

"Goodbye." He rasped, and his body fell limp, his sightless eyes staring at nothing. "Storm!" Brook wailed, "No!!" Rosemary's head drooped, her beloved kit was dead. Just then, Blaze entered the den, a frail leaf in his jaws, "Why is it so quiet? Is Sto-" He broke off once he saw Storm's limp body sitting on the moss. "Storm's dead..." He whispered sadly, the catmint in his jaws floating to the ground as his jaw dropped.

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It was the fourth day after Storm's death, and the den always had a sad aura in it now. Blaze, Brook, and Rosemary were slumped on the corner of the den. Burying Storm was the hardest, because when they did, he looked like he was sleeping, and he still had hope, even though he was dead. Lavender, Thistle, Snowflake, and even Mist and Flint had come to comfort them, one at a time, but the words didn't help. They only wanted Storm back, as the lively, energetic kit he had been when he was younger. Seasons had passed, and it was now spring, but Brook never begged to go out, like she used to.

Rosemary missed the laughter and joy they had in the den when he was alive, but it was gone. The happy moments were in the past, and they didn't have any now, and things could only get worse.

OH NO. Storm has officially joined the Shimmering Spirits! I feel bad for Rosemary and Blaze and Brook, but at least they had a happy life before. The picture up there is Storm in the stars! (At least he's happy.)