[Riverfly]

(I'm not sure if I should be posting this late into the thing, but I will.)


Flypaw had only just heard the commotion outside the den, and she groggily blinked sleep from her eyes. All tiredness was gone as soon as she saw what lay outside. "No... please! Oh Starclan why!" She felt like crawling down into a bottomless bit and burying herself to grieve. In the center of the clearing lay her amazing, brave, strong leader. H-he's sleeping, he must be! She thought to herself. But she knew he wasn't. He was dead. Her limbs crumpled beneath her, and she fell to the floor, sobbing. (Please, feel free to interact with Flypaw in any way, bad or good!)