Moment of Discovery - Text

Moment of Discovery

His eyes were clouded with both dust and pain as claws ripped through his fur, digging through his skin, some reaching his bones. He could feel the warmth of the blood that now ran through his pelt, dripping onto the ground below. He fought back, swinging his own claws, making contact a few times, but he was out numbered. Not trained for battle, he fell to the ground under the forces attacking him.

Was it fair? He had thought he was safe. Hoped he could live in this place for a good amount of time. But instead, the group of cats he had put his faith in had betrayed him. He lay, trying to cover his head with his paws as they used their claws, teeth, anything they could to tear him down. He couldn't move, pain laced his entire body. Cuts covered his soft silver pelt, blood adding color to an otherwise grey tone fur.

Look at her...useless to the end, can't even defend herself

He couldn't react to the leader's gruff voice, couldn't show he was strong. He wasn't strong, he was weak. Nothing was as weak as the bloodied tom that lay at the mercy of the four cats around him. They stood over him, watching as his blood began to pool, until his breath slowed. He barely could manage to withdraw more air. Such a moment passed where he struggled, and the cats above him took him for dead. They turned their backs and left, bloodied paw prints marking their path until they had disappeared from sight.

His body was mangled, little more than a scrap of fur. A full grown cat, struck down in the prime of his life. He was ashamed of himself, but his thoughts wouldn't last long. His vision flickered in and out, his final sight to be the long grasses of Windclan's moors.

As his let his body relax, no longer trying to hold onto the light that danced before his eyes, he picked up the faint sound of movement around him. He forced a breath back into his lungs, prolonging his life just a few more moments as he strained to hear any more notions of someone around. The sound came again, more rushed this time, and the half dead tome picked up a soft voice before he fell completely into darkness, as a shadow fell over him.

Please don't be dead...