Burrowpelt felt all the visions flooding back to her as she lay there, watching as her daughter—the very thing StarClan had warned her about—walked away, tail thrashing.
She remembered as an apprentice when she went to see the Startree for the first time and and she saw that version of her older self, sadly looking back at her. She understood that now she had made a mistake by ever falling in love with Fogbreeze, by having Violetshadow in the first place. If only she'd figured it out earlier. But she couldn't bring herself to regret the designs, even if they had led to her death.
Sparrowfeather would be sad, she knew. He had always loved her, and she was sure now that she loved him as well. She just couldn't help how strongly she felt for Fogbreeze, but it had been her downfall.
Am I just going to sit here and die? she thought, although she wasn't sure she could get up either. Her muscles felt like jelly and her eyesight was spotted with black and red. She closed them and let out an aching cough, which stung her throat and brought bubbling blood to her lips.
This is the end.
"Burrowpelt!"
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Lost Hope: Book 4: The Darkest Shadow
FantasyAn evil spirit born to your kin, is where the danger really begins. Forestpaw and her siblings are the kits of EchoClan's medicine cat and deputy, and together, they will have to face the most treacherous of dangers, a threat brewing within in the h...
