[Dust]

@BILL.

Blinking against his blurry, now fading vision, Frostfall caught sight of a golden pelt. Lionstar! In Frostfall's eyes, it was though an StarClan spirit had descended to give him a chance. Another chance at life. A wave of relief washed over him instantly and he struggled for a moment to push himself upright. The feline managed to support himself on one leg, a final burst of adrenaline coursing for his body as he waited with baited breath for his old friend to come rushing to his side. Help him to camp. Stop the bleeding. He could see him clear as day, standing there.. The anticipation was killing him, let alone his wounds, as it seemed they were locking in a silent stare forever. Was he coming...?

No. He wasn't.

"Lio-" He called out weakly, his throat closing around the words as the rest turned into gargled nonsense. Frostfall's eyes remained locked on the spot where Lion had been. That look... that damn look. He couldn't speak - couldn't beg for him to come back. It felt like he was choking. Gasping for breath as he felt his heart shatter. His friend.. his friend had left him here to die like a mongrel. His chest ached with such a deep pain that Frostfall could no longer feel the passive ache of his words. As his vision blurred with a mixture of grief and anger, the feline's leg wobbled causing him to slip back down into the blood-soaked ground.. I'm going to die. I don't want to die. The spasms returned. Pulling him away from the earth with each passing one. Body trembling, Frostfall let out, what could only be described as, a pained caterwaul. It was a haunting noise and though it felt like he had squeezed all the air from his lungs, it must not have echoed through-out the woods like he had expected. Maybe it did. With another chilling caterwaul, Frost squeezed his eyes shut. His mother.. sister.. Snowy.. Lion and Fawn. Blazepaw. Grouse.. They all flashed in his vision, old memories flooding in an overwhelming wave of grief. He took a deep breath, letting the air leave his chest for one last time. The ferns sheltering his body, the wind buffeting his fur... one last peaceful moment.

All alone. And it was his own fault.