Ug, sorry it's taken me soooooo long to update anything.I haven't been in the right sort of mood to write up the next chapter of 'A Hard Journey' and my friend hasn't been in the mood to Roleplay so the next chapter of 'The Mew' hasn't been done and prolly won't for a long time.
Mmmm yeah, this is the POV of a Rattata who is being hunted by a Pidgeot, enjoyness. My second POV sort of story that I've written but the first to be uploaded.
Please review, reviews make me want to write more andupdate all my stories!
Running, fleeing.
My life is at stake. I gasp for air, my lungs burn. The beating of wings grows closer, louder. It fills my ears and suddenly I am aware of my pursuer screeching at me to give up, that I wouldn't be able to escape.
I gasp for air, feet pounding on the ground, if I could make it to the forest I might have a chance.
Fifteen feet to safety.
My babies. They were sleeping, safe. I was running for my life.
The Pidgeot swooped down, claws reaching out, groping for my fur, lusting after my blood. The claws graze my tail, knocking me off balance. I stumble on, regaining my balance.
Ten feet to safety.
I ignore the pain in my tail and race forward, my tormentor hot on my heels; the claws decend again. My tail burns, my lungs are on fire, my heart pounds. Again the beating of wings grows closer, louder.
The claws come closer, they encircle my waist and dig into my flesh.
Blood has been spilled.
I am carried up, but I am not dead yet. I still have a chance. One chance. A chance to see my babies again. I twist and turn in my sharp prison, the pain makes me scream in agony. I dig my large front fangs into the Pigeots leg.
I fall to the ground and the predator screeches in anger, and perhaps pain? I hit the ground running, my back and lungs are screaming in pain. I leave a trail of blood in my wake.
Four feet to safety.
It swoops again, grazes my back. Again it decends. Can I make it? The claws are closer, they hit my fur.
Too late I'm in the forest. I don't stop running, undergrowth hides my purple fur.
Safety.
But the damage is done. I drag myself forward; I finally make it to my nest. My babies. We are already dead.
All of us. Dead.
I lay beside them and let them nurse as I gasp for air. I'm bleeding, my heart races.
Death is coming for me, but I have gotten to see my babies again. I am glad I had that chance.
Darkness encircles me and I give one last gasp and the pain is gone.
My babies don't understand. Their mother has grown still; they can't hear my heart beat. Soon they will not even have the warmth of my body to comfort them.
I have gone. My babies will soon follow.