x.come save her [Breezeblade]

[bittersweet]

He would never come save her. He was dead. Dead. The slender she-cat's paws unconsciously led her to the most perilous terrain in AirClan. Her eyes stayed fixed on her paws, one step at a time, paw in front of paw. The pretty she-cat, who had been given a second chance at happiness, was no longer living day by day, as her beloved Hawkstar had taught her to, but second by second, willing each one to take her life as swiftly as Hawkstar's had ended. He had also taught her to forgive her past, to forget it and let it rest peacefully. But now it haunted her, as it had before... but even worse. It was no longer just in her dreams, but it flashed before her eyes, over and over. Her father's rage, her mother's death, her brother's in succession, and now, the most vivid of them all... Hawkstar's. Her, sauntering towards his den with two small, plump mice to share with him, tail high and no worries in the world. The plunging feeling of something terribly wrong as she saw the crowd around his den. Seeing his body on the floor. Breezeblade's uncertain expression. A tear trickled from Snowsecrets's eyes. Just a single tear, as one paw drifted into the air, and she finally realized where she was. She was on the very edge of the cliff. No fear agonized her heart. Did she even have one?

"Hawkstar..."

...it was a whimper.

[™SMOULDR.!]

The winds ruffled the cliffs in another silent obituary, casting in memorial to Hawkstar. How was it that nature knew? Why did it always make it worse? Breezeblade hated sympathy... but Snowsecrets. The pain was more than unbearable. The bengal had no idea, even. Her front paws were together, back legs slightly apart, ready to spring, ready to save a life. "Snowsecrets..." the voice was a murmur, but it carried loudly. Breezeblade knew the gorgeous white she-cat would hear. Would stop... one could only hope for so much.