"Mother... I can't go anymore." I break into a wail, resting my head on my paws, wanting to go back to my nest and forget the freezing cold snow that's right under me, chilling me on the insides, and out.
"Just a little more," my mother's soft murmur says, and I wish more than anything that we hadn't agree to play this game. I pad forward, slowly, and that's when I collapse, my teeth gritting with unbearable cold, my thin fur blowing to the sides as the leaf-bare wind rattles me ever so easily.
No! I want to cry out, but I'm too weak to do so. A few more steps and I'm chilled to the bone, my tiny gray-and-white paws covered with silky kit fur frozen to the ground. Mother says we can rest, but it's no use, for now I'm fighting the greatest battle of my life, the battle of life and death. The cold leaf-bare winds and the freezing snow are surrounding me, as if taunting me to make my first move. I do, moving my paws just the tiniest bit, and that's when leaf-bare wins over. It freezes me in the insides until I'm shaking on the ground, my teeth rattling, my fur pressed to my body, as if that'll be enough.
Death, death, death. Come for me now. I stay there, wanting to get up more than ever, but I can't. It's like I'm frozen to the ground, too weak to move, too fragile to go further, as thought I'll break apart. And that's what I think mentally as the cold takes me over and death awaits me on the other side...
On that cold leaf-bare night, I lost my little life to the stars.
A/N: 290 words! Also, this is Mosskit's death.
~Icyz9
6-2-2016