I've had this idea in my mind for a bit. I thought it'd be kinda interesting!
"Can we go home now?" Mosskit whimpered. Her blue eyes were dull with exhaustion, and her gray-spotted white fur was coated in frost and snow. She could barely stay on her paws as an adult she-cat began digging into the ground a few foxlengths away. Mosskit remained with her two siblings, Stonekit and Mistykit, in a tiny hollowed-out area within the snow that her mother made. The merciless wind and snow howled outside. Mosskit began to lose feeling of her paws as they were claimed by the cold chill that proceeded to creep up to her legs, then to her chest. The blank, white scene of snow was began to blur. Every sense began to dull, one by one. Feeling, sight, hearing, taste, scent. All she could see were shadowy figures moving around. She could see her mother, Bluefur, scooping up Mistykit and Stonekit to move them to the next hole. As Bluefur finally reached out to Mosskit, she was already swallowed by an empty black void.
And her heartbeat ceased.
Jesus I hope I can keep this story up, unlike the others. hng