Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-26832013-20160503221748/@comment-33008190-20160512000351

Flamewillow coughed and coughed and hacked. He had fallen into a mucky puddle on the outside of Starclan territory, and he was seemingly in bad shape. He felt that he would not recover.

"Oh Twigpaw, Ivory, Shine, Swiftivy....I'm so sorry I couldn't help you. I-I was going to help you find your destinies."

Flamewillow looked down sadly as he felt a scorching pain in his heart and lungs. He had only waneed to one last nice thing before he died. And he thought that would be in a few days.

But it looks like it is now...

Flamewillow felt the pain grow stronger, and soon his eyes began to close. Where would he go when he died? How would Starckan react...how would Winterpaw react.

Flamewillow remembered the Tom who had looked up to him as a father. Winterpaw had found a family.

And now that family was being ripped away, killed, and gown forever.

Flamewillow felt a lonely tear trickle down his face as he drew in his final breath, and his eyes closed for good.

"Goodbye, my dear Warriors. Goodbye, my home. I hope I see you all again someday..."

But Flamewillow never would, and he would rot alone in eternity, in the darkness.

Flamewillow's head dropped.

He was dead, leaving behind any happy, sad, deep memories of his life, and any known contact, behind.

Gone.