death is like a one way ticket to a distant star

She tumbled to the ground with a cry. Apart of her somehow expected her father to catch her. She hit the ground hard with a whimper, and when she rolled to her paws, it wasnt her father, but Kuroki at her side. She let out a little cry and lunged at her brother, burying her head in his coat for a moment. Her heart felt as fragile as a bird, flitting away in her chest as throihh born on wings. She pulled free of her brother as her father's companions ushered them to the side. Kit was less gentle about throwing her nose through a gap, and watching their father.

Seeing his dispassionate killings, his utter lack of reaction to his children... she felt no love from him, and with it went her relief. Perhaps she had created a story in her head of her father too. There was nothing warm or fatherly about the man that defended them. When his eyes landed on Asken. Her patent, her very first, she felt the horror rise inside of her. 'No!' She thought, and at first the protest was silent. Then, quite suddenly, it was not. Fear and stress and agitation made bold and rebellious. The broken heart in Kurokis eyes made her mad.
"No!" She said again, scrambling free of their protectors and racing to Askans side. She planted herself before her father and the man as firmly as she had between the snow cats. No! This wasn't how it ended. It couldn't be. They didn't suffer al that for... this. She placed two paws over Askans chest, glaring at her father over the dying body. "No pappa, not like this." She cradled Askans head in her tiny paws for a moment, fighting back sniffles. He had lost so much blood, and she could barely feel his irratic, fading pulse. She kissed his nose. "If he's dying surrounded by strangers, then he deserves more." She didn't know who he was, or who would mourn him. It wasn't fair. She had never felt such injustice in her entire life, but it wasn't fair.