I took a few more hops into a bitter whiteness. The snow crunched underneath my paws. Already, it was as high as my shoulders. The blizzard had started yesterday or perhaps the day before; I'd already forgot.
"Featherkit!" I heard a familiar voice call out.
I tried to hop through the snow towards the voice, but the snow closed in around me as I landed, burying me up to my shoulders. The snow felt… warm…
I'll just rest here for a bit, then I'll see Mother… Right?
With that my heavy eyes shut for the last time.