Cedarfoot sighed, bones heavy, but couldn't hold back a huff as Runningpaw told her to calm down.
"Don't act so rushed says the one..." The ginger molly trailed off, the spark of laughter smoldering into an ember of shame. Here her apprentice was, dying in the middle of the clearing, and she almost made a joke about it. The roaring in in the molly's ears was raging, threatening to drown out everything, every thought, sound-
and the storm quieted.
Runningpaw... was telling her it wasn't her fault. Runningpaw, who could
die any minute was reassuring her. A wave of guilt flooded Cedarfoot's lungs, her breathing deep and stinging.
"Runningpaw... you don't have to try to make me feel better. For Starclan's sake- you're bleeding out! Stop trying to make me feel better!" Her first calm speech trailed into a desperate cry as she cut herself off again, blue eyes softening as she looked down at her apprentice.
"You shouldn't use your last few breaths for me. Use them for your friends. "Prancingkit (@Vessel)! Eaglepaw (@Lynxpaw)! Over here! Now!" Cedarfoot turned her head to the clearing and yelled her message loudly, hoping that the two would hear. She really didn't want to do this alone.
"But Runningmouth, if it helps any... I think we could've gotten along."
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Moon Lily @
wren