Apollo had been lost in the war, killed, butchered - gone. Misty had never been the same since. Grief led her to not eat, to be incredibly weak.
Or, that was what she and those closest to her thought at first.
Misty’s wounds were also rotting. She had lost her soulmate, then her health. No amount of attention from a theta would help Misty at this point - her grief knew no bounds, and she had lost the will to live. The once-princess, once so full of life and joy, was ending her life as a sick, grieving girl.
Death came for Misty in the middle of the summer, after toying with her life for nigh on three weeks; it was a shock she was still living. It was as if, in the words voiced by little Lupin, son of Remus and Artemis and nephew of Daneliya, death had been trying to decide whether it really wanted Misty after all.
The lion Voodoo had been in a deep sleep for nearly a week. She’d woken once, mired in fever, to ask for Apollo. When the theta could not be there, Daneliya, though not a theta, was by Misty’s side, the two of them having been friendly before the war tore everything to pieces. And in summer, with Daneliya by Misty’s side, she took her last breath and departed Starfall.

“Makes me feel this way!”