This was for the better.
The sound of footsteps echoed throughout the small woods, the young she-cat that was searching the fog for her pursuer quivered in fear.
This way her clan would never need to know what happened.
Her instincts told her to run. Run away from the horrors that were about to occur. But she held her ground as the footsteps came closer.
This was how it was meant to be.
The footsteps were dulled out as she became aware of the sound of static beginning to echo around her. She closed her eyes in anticipation of the visions that were about to appear in front of her.
A dark figure…
The glint of sharp fangs in the grey fog…
The flash of red before darkness…
And the dreaded words that sealed her fate…
Dead END.