Post by ~ Fly ~ on Apr 5, 2009 19:48:18 GMT -5
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~ I feel all alone; screaming inside; petrified ~[/center]
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Firebreath sat alone in a dark corner where a short, thickly leafed tree draped and cast a long, dark shadow over her. The dark ginger she-cat's head hung low and her amber eyes seemed dead from enthusiasm. Her ribs jutted out of her sides, and her once muscular build was withering. It was hard to tell what was killing this beautiful cat's spirit, but to her it was one word.
Failure.
She had failed to save her friend Flickerpaw from the fox. Now, he was dead, and she was alone in this empty world. No longer did she have a desire to live another day, raise a family and grow as a warrior. No, she wanted to curl up and die somewhere. Being strong, though, she found she didn't have the heartlessness to kill herself and end her life. She had stopped eating, and now the ginger she-cat didn't feel lively anymore. Firebreath closed her eyes, feeling slightly sick.