L O S T in a.l.l. those {Precious} I L L U S I O N

[Dodgestrike]

Hawkeye had left her side to speak with one of the warrior toms, but Oddeye didn’t mind. The kindly pure white she-cat had merely smiled, as she shooed him off.

Honestly; Hawkeye was too watchful over her sometimes.
But she still loved him.
And always would.

Pain.
It only grew worse, as she got up.
Picking her way lightly, the mostly blind she-cat attempted to make it to the warriors den.

She didn’t make it even that far.

Collapsing into a white-furred heap near the entrance, Oddeey gasped for breath.
But then, the pain began to die away.
Fading away, until all she felt was peace.

One breath.

She had seen her mate become a warrior to a powerful clan.

One breath.

Seen her son become officially an apprentice.

One breath.

And thus all Oddeye’s dreams have come true.

Stillness.

Oddeye died with a smile on her maw.

[The Various]

The young kit could not breathe...

The Various had seen it. From the Nursing Den, the image of the dying she-cat had gripped him. It was breif, but powerful as he could clearly tell it was in MistClan. And it felt so recent! He ran out into the main camp, just in time to see Oddeye collapse in front of the Warrior's Den. His breath quickened, his eyes widened. She was dead, right in front of him. Death was nothing new to him; in fact, it was commonplace in his visions. But it was so close to him, in this place where had begun to think nothing could touch him. Some animal was wailing. Oh. It was him. Aaaaaaaaaauuuuurrrrrgggghhh! Then he did what he did best: fainted.

The young kit could not breathe...

[Lucky]

Giddypaw hadn't known Oddeye well.

He hadn't known anyone very well for that matter.

The only cats he knew well, where Ripplepaw, and the Medicine Cat Apprentice: Umberpaw.

To nervous to say goodbye, he stood a ways from the body, watching, as cats sorrowfully started to gather...

It was a huge loss to MistClan, the tan tabby knew it in his mind...