Originally, Pinedrop sought home. He wanted to be near the river again, the beach, to feel the water trickle against his paw and the warmth of sand against his fur. He wanted to see how the sun reflected against the water, a fiery blaze rippling across the sky.
But more than that, he wanted his death to mean something. He knew he was dying.
He was exhausted, and weak, and soon he would collapse. But his death needed to mean something.
To return Home meant all secrets would be revealed. It lost the mystique of a poisoner, a martyr who weakened the enemy so RiverClan could overpower them and reclaim what was lost.
Pinedrop knew he was going to die.
As the woods turned into a field, exhaustion took over. Pinedrop collapsed near one of the stumps, too spent to keep going. The world was closing in, he was cold. Like getting out of the river during Leaf-bare, 'cause he was dared to jump in.
He was far away from home right now, but soon.. Soon he could be a star and be closer to them then ever.
And one day, they'd understand and thank him for this sacrifice.