Seabreeze could hardly feel his limbs but he knew they were shaking. He stumbled several times on the way home. Stormstar on his back. She hasn’t moved. He knew she was gone. But maybe Starclan will send her back once more even though her lives were given already to their cruelty. Given to Seabreeze as he stood like a fool. He should’ve died, he should be the corpse being carried into the camp’s clearing, but he wasn’t. Because the stars hated him so much that they couldn’t even let him die, that they take their strongest feline instead of letting he swim in the relief of the void. He walked through the camp, paws dragging. Crimson falling off him and the leader he carried, staining the path from the entrance. He was wanting to go to the medicine den. Cobwebfern and Berryshine. They could bring her back, they had to. They could pray and the stars might listen. Listen like they didn’t to him. Cloverpaw. Frostmelt. Mudsmoke. They’ve all forsaken him. Their clan. He’s never hated cats for dying before. But with carrying the corpse of Riverclan’s hope he finds it surprisingly easy. Blaming himself has never gotten anywhere. This was the stars fault. Seabreeze stopped in the middle of the clearing, unable to move without collapsing and he didn’t want to drop Stormstar. Please. Please. Please. He didn’t- tears were frozen to his face. He couldn’t think to respond. To say anything at all. He couldn’t process a single hing. The cats around him. The panic once people start realizing what’s happened. He knew he needed to get her to the medicine den. It was right there but he couldn’t bring himself to move. “I’m sorry.” He sobs instead. But he doesn’t know who or what he’s apologizing to.
