The Last Moments Of Arseniccatnip

"Equius! Equius!" My screams of terror could not be heard as my claws scratched against the metallic vents. Gamzee... I had seen the bodies of the dead lining the various parts of the meteor. And now, I was watching my moirail being choked to death my his own weapon.

I pounced, my claws outstretched at the face-painted attacker. It was no avail, for his arm reached out and snapped my arm in two with a single rippling thrust. Oh my god the pain. A pained mewl came out of my throat, my arm was lifeless, only one arm useable.

I was thrown to the ground, right next to the corpse of he who I was bound to protect. And I failed. The man lifted his arm, a large club in hand, and I let out a loud screech as the club bashed into my skull.

He walked away, knowing I would die of the ugly wounds he inflicted. My sobs racked my dying body, my arms around my dead meowrail. My life was ending, and the most important things were never accomplished. "Karkitty..." I whispered into the retched silence which I resided. My sight became blurry, and I let out my last breath.

The rouge of heart is dead

Like the story of long ago, her love is unrequited. Heart players are known to have a sort of trouble with their aspect itself. Dirk? Messed up with Jake. Meulin? Her lover made her go deaf. Nepeta? Her love remained unknown and unrequited. Being a heart player would be hard, wouldn't it?