Is {this} how it will {end}?

[Cinder.and.Flightfall]

A bright sun shone overhead, clouds forming a circle around it. The beautiful pale blue sky was alive with life, birds flying across it as they chirped their daytime songs. Fluffy clouds appeared in shapes that ranged from a butterfly to a badger.

Snow still covered the ground, but it was clear that it was melting. Watery icicles hung in the trees, dripping a water droplet every couple of moments. The bare skeletons of trees looked like monsters against the snowy landscape, their lanky branches stretching out like claws.

Adders were hiding due to the cold, but that didn't make Snakerocks any safer. The gray lump of fur laying on one of the rocks didn't take any notice to it. He simply lay there, taking each rasping breath slowly. His emerald green eyes already appearing to glaze over, to become gone and clouded.

To Flightfall, it was weak that he'd been so effected by something as simple as Blackcough. Ok, so it wasn't simple or weak, but this was not how he expected to... go. He had expected to die in a battle, not be killed by something that he could've prevented with just one trip to the medicine cat. This patrol was probably his last, for every cough now came with a spurt of blood from his mouth. All he needed was a little more strength, and he could make it back to camp.

Every time Flightfall staggered to his paws, he merely collapsed back into a heap. He knew now that there was no going anywhere. Unless someone found him, this was how it was going to end. And so far he hadn't heard any pawsteps coming his way.

So, was this how it was going to end?[/color]

[Meerful]

Rosethorn skipped through her old clan territory, feeling healthier than ever. Her thorns had fallen out on their on, something she hadn't expected. Even the thorns in her eye was gone, and her vision was actually coming back. Not alot, but hey, it was better than nothing right? The scars fro mthe thorns still showed in angry puckers along her skin, but she didn't care. The scent of roses still clung to her, and it most likely always would, but again, why should she care?

She had become a rogue. Her idol was Silentclaw, he was so brave, so strong, so courageous... How could she not admire the tom? Every thought she had was how to make him compliment her. Every day she was getting better and better, and it was all thanks to him. She looked up to him. He was like a father, a trainer. And she loved him. Like an apprentice loves a mentor.

Her eyes fell upon a cat's solemn form. Was it...? It couldn't be! Her heart thumped wildly and she ran to him, her best friend, Flightfall. Would he still talk to her? Would he recognise her? Would she still have the scent of thunderclan or was she full rogue now?

"Flightfall!"

[Cinder.and.Flightfall]

Another hacking cough emerged from Flightfall, followed by scarlet drops of blood staining the snow in front of him. He couldn't move, his limbs were practically numb. He wasn't even bothering to try and stand up again. All it would cause was him falling into the icy snow again.

His fur was matted and ruffled as he struggled to keep himself warm in the frigid weather. He wanted to stand up, he wanted to get back to camp. But he couldn't. For once, Flightfall wasn't going to fight anymore. If this was his time, it was his time.

"Flightfall!"

Flightfall's ears pricked. That voice, it was so familiar. Yet the scent he smelled was rogue, causing his pelt to bristle. Though he couldn't move from his position laying on his side, he felt his claws unsheathing nervously. But there was still a scent under the rogue scent, so faint that he wasn't sure it was there. But it was. And he recognized the scent.

"Rosethorn?" he rasped, barely managing to lift his head and look toward the sound of the voice. His vision was slightly blurry, but he thought he could make out the form of another cat a little ways away.

Rosethorn... he hadn't seen her in what felt like forever. She was his best friend, no doubt about that. In fact, he'd considered her a sister many times. But then she just... disappeared. Why could Flightfall scent rogue scent beneath her sweet, rosey scent? Were his worst fears confirmed? Had Rosethorn become a rogue?

More then anything he wanted to run and greet her, but he couldn't get to his paws. He struggled to hold a cough in, not wanting to seem worse off then he was. But any cat could see that Flightfall was in terrible condition. The scent of sickness wafted off him in waves, and every time he coughed blood came from his mouth.[/color]