- Nov 10, 2022
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Jasperglare needed air. He left the den of the sick and dying. He couldn't stand it anymore. He was thin, he was weary.... He wants to cry. He wants to scream. He wants to strike out, but there is no enemy.
He hates it. He hobbles a short distance into the snow before he sits, uncaring of the biting cold.
He looks up to the stars, distrustful. Wary.
"Are you going to forsake me too!?" He tried to shout, but hadn't the strength.
His entire life was one long strong of unfortunate events. His mother died of illness, his father abandoned them. He had to surrender his two little brothers, barely able to open their eyes, to a kittypet for them to survive.
The kits he had with Spiderbloom, torn apart by coyotes.
And now, joined under the stars with the clans, he had allowed himself a sliver of hope. But what a fool he was. He should have never allowed himself any hope at all.
He was doomed to suffer and to die.
Even in death, among the stars, he would still be utterly alone.