{$title} Character Death! Religious symbolism
He had been weaving in and out of clan territory, hearing rumours, meeting faces. They always looked at him with such alarm it was almost laughable. He had seen the leader of one of their so called clans, Hawkstar. She looked almost as ghastly as him, he had to wonder who she had upset to make them tear her up like that, he almost wished he could ask her. A smirk clawed on his face as he thought of her reaction to such a question, it was cruel, it was funny. But, he knew something that made him feel hollow in these waning moons.
Duskpool was dead, and not by his hand. He bore his teeth when he had heard those Skyclanners talking about it, died some sort of hero too. What a farce. If only they knew the truth. He had spent his life plotting revenge... and for what? The death dealer was now dead, by dogs no less. What a hilarious irony, it almost made him laugh. Instead, he sighed, looking towards their territory once again. They were never so different, in another life perhaps they even could have been friends. But his paws were too coated in blood for any divinity now, too soaked in sin to join Duskpool in whatever afterlife may have awaited him. Greeting the tom like some sort of old friend felt disgusting, but there was a hollowness in his chest now --- a burden in which he realized that his entire life's purpose was now for naught.
He looked to the setting sun, a cold smile on his face. His holy battle was finally over, and his weary body could finally rest. He kept his eyes fixated on the warm orb sinking into the horizon, he was sure his family would find someone new to lead, someone new to preach his truth. The warmth felt nice on his scarred face, his remaining eye closing as he felt his paws leave the grass and meet the hard surface of the thunderpath. All he could do was continue to walk forward, the lights of the oncoming monster did not phase him --- he was finally going home. With one last breath, he shut his eyes, the strike of the monster felt like a divinity. His body scraped along the thunderpath as his good eye once again stared up at that warming yellow orb for the last time. His blood shimmering like ambrosia in the light.
Finally, he was at peace. With the last of his strength, he moved his paw through the blood, his divine elixir spilled. Perhaps he would see Duskpool again, he was sure they would both end up where they belonged. He chuckled, blood spurting from his mouth as he gave his last breath.
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ELOHIM they/it, rogue, sixty-seven moons.
𓆩 𓆪 A short-haired ginger cat with a white belly and paws. Has one eye and torn ears.
𓆩 𓆪 believes itself to be divine, holds little value in morals or ethics.
𓆩 𓆪 peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
𓆩 𓆪 penned by asteiri ↛ dm on discord or post in #asteiris-astronomy for plots!