So I'm in the mood to write about my precious babies dying. So take some feels

Or not

I don't know if you'll actually think this is sad or not...

Hunter
Leaves and thin branches whipped at my face as I sprinted through the thick woods, fleeing from fate. They were after me.

They had dogs. I could hear them barking in pursuit behind me. A few gunshots rang out. They brought back memories of when he died.

I tried not to think about it, but the image constantly pushed its way into my mind. The only one who'd accepted me in that point of my life.

I'd watched him bleed out after he was shot. It might've been the worst thing I'd ever seen.

Before I knew it, hot tears streamed down my face and I was toppling to the ground. The sounds of my pursuers crashed behind me, filling me to the brim with dread.

I looked up to see a face. It was a man, a familiar man. I knew that face, but of course I couldn't quite identify it. Before I could recognize who it was, I heard a few hateful words, then a gunshot.

A brief piercing pain.

A happy shout.

Then darkness.

Ash
She was gone. It was all I could think about, if I was even thinking at all at that point. Faint shouts and pleads echoed in my mind as I stood there.

On the edge.

My eyes were focused on the ground that I was about to jump to. It was paved, and people were scattered across the flat platform below. They kept yelling for me to climb down from the rooftop, to retire my spot and give up on my plan.

No.

Their pleads meant nothing to me.

I didn't even know them, and I didn't want to know any of them.

Everything was gone. I had no purpose. The world had never welcomed me, and now I was more aware of it.

The one person who'd genuinely cared for me was gone forever. There would be no taking it back.

No redemption from death.

Only one thought lingered in my mind as I took a breath.

I'm coming, Summer.

I whispered it softly, then stepped off the edge. My eyes were sealed shut as I fell to my death. My heart pounded in my chest for a short moment before I collided with the ground.

Everything went black.

I could feel pain no longer.

It had been lifted from me.

Kat and Kittai (In Kat's perspective)

No one ever understood. They didn't get it.

My parents especially.

They'd left me and my sister, Kittai. And as soon as they had, it bothered me more.

Why?

I didn't get it. What was so wrong with me and Kit that they'd leave us?

Did I do something to cause it?

It bothered me constantly. So did the massive amounts of responsibility thrown on my shoulders from their disappearance.

I couldn't say that I missed them, but occasionally the stress would be too much.

I'd lose it.

I guess that's what happened. I lost it. It cost me dearly. My poor sister was the first to notice.

She'd found me dying in my room.

Even after her desperate attempts to save me, I was still fading. She left the room after a few minutes of trying, and when she returned she was bleeding. The last thing I saw was her, laying in front of my eyes.

The last thing I saw were her cold eyes, emotionless.

Why were they emotionless?

Because dead people can't feel.

Wolfsong and Willowdawn (Wolfsong's POV)

I unsheathed my claws as the fox snarled. My Clan would remain safe from this vile creature. I would protect them.

I had to protect them all. It wasn't a choice anymore. The kits would die if I didn't drive the enemy off. I refused to let that happen. Even at the cost of my own life, I would defend the cats I cared most about.

Snarling, I watched the fox's movements. It glared at me with beady eyes and bared it's large teeth, panting. It's breath reeked.

Suddenly, I leapt at it. It snapped at me, but I was too quick for it. My claws raked across its neck.

The blow didn't do much. It only made the fox bleed a little bit. I hissed at it, if I couldn't kill it in one blow I'd hit it with several.

While I was distracted by my own plan, however, the fox lunged forward. The next thing I heard was a cry that snapped me out of my thoughtful state.

In a bit of a panic, my fur fluffed up even more than it was already. The next thing I saw was the crimson blood that stained the ground just in front of me. Following the splatters with my eyes, I saw it. The fox had in its jaws my dear Clanmate, Willowdawn.

Her white fur had turned blood red, and a horrifying expression was plastered to her face. I could barely recognize her anymore.

The fox suddenly threw her before turning on me. I snarled at it, masking my fear with ferocity. It oversaw my facade, though, and lunged for me.

I sidestepped, but too late.

It already had its jaws around my head.

I heard a snap, then everything went blank.

Venus the Fox
I'd always been scared of death. I was scared of a lot of things, actually.

Loneliness.
The dark.
Death.

Well, this was my personal hell.

When I looked around, no one was with me. I was alone.

I couldn't help but wonder where they'd all gone. It was like they just disappeared. Were they ever there in the first place? Maybe I was always alone, and everyone I saw was just a figment of my own imagination.

But they seemed so real.

My body was suddenly trembling, my fur fluffed up and my eyes were wide. I felt an abrupt pain in my right flank.

When I turned to see what had caused it, I noticed a large creature, with glowing eyes and bared teeth.

I didn't understand.

So I whimpered, "What do you want from me..?"

The creature just tilted it's huge head back and laughed, "Blood!"

Letting out a short cry, I darted away from the huge beast. It immediately gave chase.

It was faster than it looked.

I hadn't run far before it caught up.

I was suddenly pressed to the ground, and a maniacal laugh filled my ears.

Then I felt a ripping pain. Hot sticky blood oozed down my side. It stained my orange fur. Next thing I knew, my vision was fading in spots.

Then darkness.

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