It was strange how time went by. While Shadow sat in that run, time seemed to have
stalled because she knew something would come after her, but for some reason it didn't.
This made her feel like the passing of time had slowed or even stopped for her, to let her
live a few more of those precious minutes that life was made out of. After waiting what
could have been hours or only a few minutes, the kit moved her paws slowly until she
saw the mouth of the burrow. It was quiet, and dark. Clouds suffocated the dark blue sky.
Some wind blew through Shadow's light, feathery brown thlay, bringing the smell of
blood to her nose once again. She choked a little on the smell and held her breath till she
realized she had to breathe… She had to find out if any of her family was alive.
When the young kit first stepped out of the run it was apparent that her marli and siblings
were dead. It was also evident that the elil who attacked her family were not gone.
Shadow began to hop away from her home at a steady pace, having no clue where she
was going. The first thought that ran through her head was to get away from her dead
family and the weasels... If the weasels didn't kill her, other elil would surely be attracted
to the location.
Shadow began to hop faster in view of the fact that something was following her. The
stench came to her nose. Oh she knew what that was! Her legs moved even faster and her
heart pounded so hard she felt like it would pop right out of her chest. Looking behind
her to verify her fears would only slow her down. Every inch counts when you are
running for your life and have no where to hid and no place to turn to. They could find
her where ever she hid and if they trapped her there was no getting out.
It began to rain and the ground was soon covered in a slick layer of mud. Shadow did her
best to keep her footing but failed… It was too late to stop. The kit felt herself slide in the
mud which made her spin slightly. Claws dug into her back legs. She screamed from the
pain. No… No! This couldn't happen to her! Not like the rest of her family! It wasn't her
time to die.
Shadow kicked and kicked and struggled with the mud as much as the weasel she was
running from. Pain shot up her legs with every move of a muscle. The rain came harder
and soon Shadow found herself alone in a thorn bush. The weasel seemed to be gone.
"Only Frith could have saved me," she thought. "And he did."
stalled because she knew something would come after her, but for some reason it didn't.
This made her feel like the passing of time had slowed or even stopped for her, to let her
live a few more of those precious minutes that life was made out of. After waiting what
could have been hours or only a few minutes, the kit moved her paws slowly until she
saw the mouth of the burrow. It was quiet, and dark. Clouds suffocated the dark blue sky.
Some wind blew through Shadow's light, feathery brown thlay, bringing the smell of
blood to her nose once again. She choked a little on the smell and held her breath till she
realized she had to breathe… She had to find out if any of her family was alive.
When the young kit first stepped out of the run it was apparent that her marli and siblings
were dead. It was also evident that the elil who attacked her family were not gone.
Shadow began to hop away from her home at a steady pace, having no clue where she
was going. The first thought that ran through her head was to get away from her dead
family and the weasels... If the weasels didn't kill her, other elil would surely be attracted
to the location.
Shadow began to hop faster in view of the fact that something was following her. The
stench came to her nose. Oh she knew what that was! Her legs moved even faster and her
heart pounded so hard she felt like it would pop right out of her chest. Looking behind
her to verify her fears would only slow her down. Every inch counts when you are
running for your life and have no where to hid and no place to turn to. They could find
her where ever she hid and if they trapped her there was no getting out.
It began to rain and the ground was soon covered in a slick layer of mud. Shadow did her
best to keep her footing but failed… It was too late to stop. The kit felt herself slide in the
mud which made her spin slightly. Claws dug into her back legs. She screamed from the
pain. No… No! This couldn't happen to her! Not like the rest of her family! It wasn't her
time to die.
Shadow kicked and kicked and struggled with the mud as much as the weasel she was
running from. Pain shot up her legs with every move of a muscle. The rain came harder
and soon Shadow found herself alone in a thorn bush. The weasel seemed to be gone.
"Only Frith could have saved me," she thought. "And he did."