...He didn't feel good.
To be fair, Elkpaw hadn't felt good for a while.
But this was worse. Not exactly physically worse, though that was happening too - his limbs felt unsteady, his stomach in violent knots - but rather there was a lingering sense of
something in his gut and hanging around his head. The past... hour? Two? They'd been less than great. It'd started
out great, hopeful, and then very quickly had taken a nosedive.
That lingering sense... he knew, somehow, that he wasn't going to make it.
The last several minutes had been spent silently crying, his nose buried between his paws as he pretended to be asleep instead of realizing that what was upcoming would be his final moments. Mourning, perhaps, though not himself; mourning Mama as he had since her disappearance, Papa with his heavy absence, Brindlepaw's hateful exterior, Swanpaw's pure soul.
Lostspark's warmth, despite the guarded borders between them.
Redhawk's
everything.
...Redhawk.
Elkpaw didn't want to burden her, not with everything she had already been forced to shoulder. He also didn't want to die alone. He didn't want to die in a cold nest, walled in by unfeeling branches, staring at the soil that would later consume him, as whatever this was consumed him first from the inside out with no remorse. He wanted to die nestled in the nursery with Mama and Papa and his siblings, but they were either gone or so distant it felt as if they were.
Call him selfish. And maybe he was, for exposing her to this as cruelly as he was. He just needed
something.
His legs nearly buckled as he wiped his dripping nose with a forepaw and stood. The haze around his head had begun to seep into his ears, clouding his thoughts. What was he doing again? Right, Redhawk. Find Redhawk. Her nest wasn't far, she'd been in here, too...
A blink, and he had all but collapsed against her side as if he'd phased across the den in an instant. Elkpaw watched his paws shake for a moment before he managing to open too-heavy jaws and whisper a soft, shaky,
"I love you."
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