So this is the end.
If I said that this was how I'd always imagined my life stopping, then I'd definitely be a liar.
I'd always imagined that I would lose my life at the claws of that... That Wormcat. Not some ShadowClan scum at the end of a pointless battle.
Yet here I was, bleeding out on the group with the sharp yowls of my clanmates resonating in the cold air, the warm tang of blood sharp in my nose. I can feel my eyesight wavering, and my strength leaving me. My killer leaps away, retreating, and I'm all alone save my thoughts.
Isn't this great; I'm going to die here, all alone.
The pain was gone at this point, just a dull throbbing wracking my whole body. My eyes are heavy, and they feel as though they're practically being dragged shut. I need to hold on, even if just for a little longer.
And like the moon in the night sky, there he is. His patches of white fur were stained red with blood, and there was blood dripping from both a nick in his ear and scratches down his side. Still, I would recognize those sharp, amber eyes anywhere.
Suppressing a cough, I turn my head to look at the tom. He was always so stoic, so lean. He was always so perfect... So able to become a moor-runner. My entire life I've taunted him for his heritage, but in reality I'm jealous. That Worm is the true hare. Not me. Never me.
Hareflight... He was here as well. My old mentor... Panic was visible in his eyes. He was scared. I could tell. I gave him a forced smile, but it hurt. Badly.
They were talking... Both of them. All of them. But their words were hollow, meaningless as they reached my ears. I looked up at that worm, my eyes burning.
Was this how my mother had felt when she was killed? Numb and powerless? Thinking about my mother hurt even more than my wounds.
At least soon I can see her once more.
They were putting pressure on my wounds. It hurt. I looked up at Wormcat, my whole world blending together.
I can never avenge her. Brackenflight.
"Wormcat..." I whispered, every breath sending pain throughout my entire body. "Avenge... Avenge Brackenflight for me."
He was bending over me, speaking to me.
There were so many things I wanted to say to him. So many things. Yet when I opened my mouth nothing came out save the final shuddering breath I took.
The world... The world is all fading into black.
Goodbye, Wormcat.
