Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-26832013-20160923012623/@comment-26832013-20161217035133

Skykit made a gurgling sound, trying to breathe. Blood sprayed out from her now-torn throat and she struggled to get in breaths of air.

Her vision started to darken and all the pain from her other injuries seemed to disappear like smoke.

Her mind was fading fast and she slowly lost all feeling from her body, starting from her tail.

Her glossy eyes found and locked gazes with Lilykit, desperately trying to tell her friend to run, to get as far away from this place as possible.

Her body went limp and she lay on the forest ground like a deserted piece of prey.

Her mind succumbed to the loving embrace of eternal sleep with the Ancients.

Her eyes became glass and her muscles became stone.

Her pelt was untidy and the stars began to fade.

Then all at once, Skykit's journey had started.

The tips of her paws faded first, the darkness quickly swallowing up the once-glistening stars.

Then it reached her belly, the kit-fluff lightly blowing in an invisible wind as it faded away into nothing.

It crawled up her back, like how a warrior stalked their prey.

And finally, the darkness claimed her head, her eartips being the last tihng anyone had seen of Skykit.

Now, the process had started on everyone who had any knowledge of Skykit.

There goes anything and everything the kit had said.

There goes what the kit looked like.

There goes who the kit was.

And there goes the kit.

The journey was done.

Skykit had joined the Ancients long before she should've, but nothing could have been done to stop the flow of time.