No; that was the only word on my mind, repeating itself over and over. No, no, no. I collapsed, hearing the fox's pawsteps running away. The pain was horrible, the neck wound jagged and deep.
"Please, make it stop," I gasped. I looked up at my patrol, begging for it to be gone, to just stop. I watched as Lightfur, my mother, knelt beside me, her eyes filling with tears.
"Fogpaw, please," she whispered. I whimpered, telling to tell her to fix it. My breathing slowed, the pain began to ebb away. I closed my eyes, slowly, slowly dying.
Author's Note: I love drabbles. I love making small stories that still have a big impact. This is a challenge for Children of the Shadows. Come join! Anyway, I hope you have a lovely day and be happy, even though my stories are mostly depressing. :)