Two cats walked through an unknown forest. The darkness concealed their pelt colors and facial features. They walked towards a shape lying on the ground, a dead cat. The cause of the cat's death was plain to see. A fox trap laid next to it's body, the metallic noose of it digging deep into the cat's neck. Deep enough to cut the skin and crush the windpipe.
One of the cat's shook their head. "What a shame. He was so young."
The other cat turned to the first. "Yeah. So what? It was bound to happen sooner or later."
The first cat turned to the second. "But he was so great! He made us powerful!"
The second cat shook it's head. "You know what happened to his father. It was bound to happen to him as well. It's better that he died this way."
"But this was is so painful! Surely dying from the sky's wrath is less painful and a quicker death!?" The first cat said, shocked.
The second cat shrugged. "I don't know why you care so much about him. He's dead, that's the end of it."
"But..... but....."
"But nothing! He's dead! Get over it!" The second cat snarled. "I'm tired of hearing about it!"
The first cat lowered their head and nodded. "Yes. I'll stop talking about him." The cat sniffed a bit.
The second cat rolled their eyes and began walking off. The first cat lingered with the body a bit longer before following the second cat. "Could we at least bury him?"
"NO!"
The body laid in the forest for a few more hours until foxes came and took it.