Sun Mote Copse I'll be resting my eyes

As her body slowly shut down in preparation for her heart to stop and her life to end, another victim to a particularly aggressive form of cancer, Wildfire's mental faculties—sharp as a blade through her rapid spate of illness—started to deteriorate now as she lay still on her deathbed. Her thoughts began to drift, her mind somewhere between waking and sleeping, rousing now and then as she captured snatches of familiar scents, beloved voices. She stirred a bit when Raven arrived at last. Phox was there too, though Wildfire only registered his presence dimly. She could still feel her mate and daughter nearby, perhaps counting down her heartbeats.

Abruptly, synapses began to misfire. No longer was she the Wildfire they knew and loved; nor would she ever be again. In these final moments, Wildfire cried out in a wretched voice that would probably haunt everyone present the rest of their days. "Thur!" Foamy spit collected at the corners of her mouths as she drew in rattling breaths. "Kiwi..." the fallen Sovereign sighed, tears glistening in chestnut eyes as they found and locked on Raven, her sister, the medic. "The poison," she stated as calmly and clearly as you please, clinging to one last thread of consciousness, pupils slowly dilating on a sigh.