SpottedKit
I had just returned from a small huntingtrip. I held a mouse in my mouth as I padded to my * Pack? *. " Here you go! " I said happily as I dropped the mouse in front of them and the three cats buried it into the freshkill burrow. " You have given us many moons worth of freshkill.. " One of the Toms grinned. " We won't need you anymore! " Another Tom snarled, His fangs bared. The she-cat of my *Still dunno* Leaped forward, swiping at me. Her claw snagged my fur on my side, Causing a deep wound and much bleeding. The older tom snapped at me, grabbing me by the scruff and throwing me at a tree trunk. I winced in pain and weakly stood up. They all attacked at once, clawing at me and biting me. ' This is the end ' I thought. Just when all hope for me was lost, A fox pounced out of the bushes and attacked the three cats. They turned to face the fox and attacked it. This was my chance. I could barely stand up, my legs were shaking and wobbly. I managed to walk, soon evolving to a small charge. My bloody paws left pawprints in the soft soil and as my blood dripped onto the ground, It left a trail. I felt dizzy and weak, My body grew frail and gave in. I collapsed on the bank of a river. * MoonRiver * Everything went black. Am I dead?