Gingerfur gasped. She was freezing cold, under the heaps of cold. It was only seconds before when she was happily leading a patrol. Now, she was buried!
"Gingerfur, you can lead the next patrol." Excitement coursed through the she-cat, since this was the first patrol were she was in the lead. She did her best to look dignified and straightened up.
"Of course. Come on everyone!" She replied. The other five warriors followed her as she left the camp. Gingerfur broke into a sprint and ran through the meadow that made up most of her home. Finally, they came to the border between her clan- Fishclan- and Mountainclan. They spread out and started marking the borders.
Gingerfur heard a slight rumbling sound, but she ignored it. She walked towards a large hill that also showed the border. Her paws were starting to go numb, so she went closer towards the hill and started to mark the border. Suddenly, the rumbling got louder, and snow and slush started to slide down towards Gingerfur. It got closer, and closer. She tried to run, but it was too late.
"Help!" She tried to call. Gingerfur's breath was shallow. The snow was covering her whole body, suffocating her. She could hardly breath, and the oxygen trapped with her was running out.
She could hear muffled voices. She strained to listen, to see if they were trying to dig her out. Gingerfur tried to move, but the snow was packed so much that she could hardly move her limbs.
"Don't worry, we're going to get you out." Gingerfur caught the sound of one of her clan mates, and relaxed slightly. She was going to be saved. A loud thump made her start, and she gasped.
Gingerfur inhaled snow, and coughed. "Hurry!" She gasped. She hacked, trying to get the snow out. Shivers broke through her whole body and she shook uncontrollably. The snow was melting and seeping into her fur. She shivered and tried to move.
"Help! Go faster!" She called, more desperate. "Help! I-I-I'm s-so c-cold!" Her teeth chattered.
It was so cold. Gingerfur wasn't sure if she could hold on much longer. Her paws were numb, and her nose and ears were freezing. She kicked out, trying to shift and move the snow. It worked, but the movement caused more snow to pile up.
This is it. She thought. On my first patrol where I take the lead I die. Now she couldn't feel anything. Only her heart beat thumping slower, and slower. Gingerfur's vision was edged with black. She knew she was going to die.
Her eyelids drooped and her heart slowed even more. Suddenly, a voice called out, even more clearer than last time.
"Look, it's Gingerfur!" Gingerfur knew it was too late. "Quick, she's dying!" She was right, her clanmates were too late. Her blood seemed to freeze, and her heart stopped.
Thump. Thump. Thump...
In a moment she was dead.