I tumbled through the dead leaves, snapping twigs and branches as I rolled down the slope. My soft kitten fur was tangled and matted with mud and sweat. It was almost upon me. I could hear it crashing through the trees, but otherwise silent. I stumbled to my paws and began running again, the rain pelting my fur coat. My paw was twisted, maimed, yet I did not slow. Mother would not have liked that. I remember my mother. Her sweet scent that smelled like the prettiest of flowers. And how that smell was drenched in blood when it arrived. I believe my mother would have wanted me to live. My father was nice too. He came every night, hauling in some type of fresh kill for is to eat. I remember the fresh kill pile covered in my father's blood as his dying yowl split the air. I had a sister. She was blind. I tried to get her away, but it slammed me aside, almost as if it wanted to save me for last, so that I would feel the most pain. My sister's whimper will forever echo in my mind, making me remember. I knew it was near now, I could hear it's loud breathing. Maybe dying won't be so bad, I hoped rather than thought. The ravine I had fallen into came to an end. I turned, looking my families killer in the eyes. We stood, silently, for what seemed like ages. Nothing could pierce the strange force that surrounded us, isolating me from everything. I could not escape its gaze. It then turned, and loped away, leaving me among the dust and mud. I collapsed, exhausted, into the clouded pool I had stop in. I hadn't even realized I had atopped in it. As my vision darkened, a crow glided over my still body. I let out a shuddering breath, and prayed, "mother, forgive me. I tried." I lay there, forgotten, never to be remembered, as I slipped towards the light.