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What do you say to someone who knows they're about to die? What words could possibly make that better?
The questions were starting to circulate through camp as the news spread of the feline's condition. It had only been a matter of hours since the diagnosis was confirmed, and Fireflyfrenzy hadn't told a single soul herself. Gossip that interesting spread fast, though. Of course it did; it was jarring to think that a comrade of yours, one who appeared to be in peak physical condition, wasn't going to last much longer. Firetooth didn't know how long much longer was going to be. it was hard to say if she had weeks, months, but the prognosis wasn't great. There was a part of her that knew that this was a possibility. The fight with the monkey did serious damage, and Firetooth had no way of seeing if the internal damage would ever heal properly. She had hope, though, as in the months following, her breathing had gotten better. She had become almost completely healed, or at least, she had thought so. Following the fight with the Primal Instinct cats, she had noticed that she had been winded for most of the rest of the day. That had been unusual, even more unusual than the pain in her clearly broken paw... Things in her life had spiraled from that point on.
She was dying. What did that even mean? Was she just going to be here one moment, then, poof, gone the next? She had so many more things to do with her life, didn't she? Instead of doing them, accomplishing any of the goals she had in her life, she made the painful realization that she was going to die. Not only that, but it seemed probable that the SwiftClan she-cat would die alone at this point, her only friend, Cradlegrave, busy actually doing important things with his life...
Fireflyfrenzy was right - it hadn't take long for the gossip to spread. As per usual gossip, however, the truth and the rumor were not always the same two things. When Spiritlake made her way over to Frenzy's nest she brought with her a few meager comforts - a down-feather filled sack as a pillow, a few smooth, round stones for games, a plump freshly caught mouse with the fur already removed - the kind of luxuries that were frequently presented to the dying.
"Hi Frenzy..." She said a bit awkward, sitting down the various gifts to the right of the she-cat, "... I heard the bad news. I'm so sorry. To think that even when we had that run-in with the League cats, you were suffering so greatly... You are without a doubt one of the strongest cats I've ever met."
Frenzy's ear twitched. She hadn't had much interaction as of late, save for her discussion with the medical team and the awkward "well, we might have survived just about anything imaginable, old chap, but it looks like it's my time" conversation she had to have with Cradlegrave. She seemed surprised that anyone came. "Oh, Spiritlake," she grumbled, trying to pull herself into a slightly more presentable pose. "Hi."
She glanced down at the presents, her jaw clenching ever so slightly. So, it really was it, wasn't it? She then cleared her throat, offering a genuine smile. "Between you and me, those Primal Instinct cats are nothing compared to some of the things I've seen." She let out a soft laugh, the kind of laugh an old woman might give as she grappled with the rapidly approaching end. She shook her head again. "I appreciate your kind words, and the gifts. You're the first one whose spoken to me since the great reveal that I'm a dead man walking." A little grim, but Frenzy didn't say the words in low spirits, at least, instead a faint amusement and the absurdity of life with an expiration date.
"Oh, I wish you wouldn't talk like that," Spiritlake frowned, finding that Frenzy's grim humor sort of unsettling, "You may closer to StarClan that you were yesterday but so am I and every other cat. You shouldn't waste the time you have left mourning yourself..."
Oh, she'd done it now. Spiritlake had shown Fireflyfrenzy a bit of tough love which was easy to do but the hard part was following up on it. It was never a good idea to point out another's problems without offering at least a bit of advise on how to improve on them.
"How about you eat some breakfast and we, uh, go somewhere to get a bit of fresh air. If you're feeling up to it."
