Splashpond
An angry Twoleg came to me looking menacing. He saw me and he attacked. I had to save my kits. I lunged at him, yowling, my kits running away. They ran; that ugly Twoleg wouldn't stand a chance of finding them.
He lashed at me and hit me with his stick. I flew and felt a crack. I wasn't getting back up. He came over to me and, yowling again, crushed my skull. He did it slowly, watching the light fade from my eyes. I felt my life slipping away and tried and failed to say goodbye.