She was gasping for breath, covered in bruises and cuts. Her left eye was swollen shut. She was holding her side, trying to stop the bleeding. It didn't help much. She had been stabbed pretty deep.
I have to find help... She thought desperately. I have to go just a little further... She was getting dizzy from blood loss, and started to sway. She tried her best to keep walking, to keep following the trail she'd come from. But it was getting hard to focus. Everything hurt. Her vision started to cloud up, dark spots appearing. She couldn't go any further. Crumpling to the ground, her hands fell away from the wound. She let herself bleed. It was no use anyway. It was her time. She lay down on her back and stared up at the sky, thinking of what her parents would do when they found her. If they found her. She was beginning to feel numb.
This is it. She thought.
This is how it all ends. She closed her eyes and waited for everything to fade into black.
But then she heard a rustling from the bushes nearby. Her good eye opened and she turned her head as best she could to see what had caused the noise. She was mildly surprised to see a grey cat standing inches from her face, it's pale blue eyes staring into hers.
Funny, she thought, close to passing out. I always pictured Death as a skeleton in a cloak. More cats appeared. They surrounded her. But it didn't matter anymore. She was losing consciousness, and slipping deeper and deeper into nothing. Soon she's be out of her misery. She heard a faint whisper just before the darkness engulfed her.
"Jayfeather, what are you doing?"
And then everything was silent.
Author's Note: I told myself I wouldn't do this. I told myself that I wouldn't start another story until I was finished with my other one. But I just had one of those ideas that you just feel like you need to do, you know? Gah, whatever. R&R please.