Firestar hacked harshly, smoke filling his lungs as the weight on top of him seemed to grow by the second. His mind was wobbly, threatening to collapse at any second as he spasmed and shook. So this is what death feels like... He thought with bitter amusement as his sense of the world fled away from him, and with a final cough, he slipped from the world.
He felt as if he was floating for just a moment, suspended in the starry abyss that was the sky, but he soon felt himself plummeting down, down, down, into a soft, cushiony substance. He felt warm air around him, and strangely enough, warm, furry bodies, their size alike to his. He prepared to let out his complaints, but all that was produced was a whiny mewl.
He wiggled away from the furry mass on his shaky legs, which felt oddly quite stubby as he tottered towards nothing. Soon enough, he rammed into a large mass of fur and skin that he could only assume was his mother. He wriggled in displeasure, attempting to squirm away before hearing a hushed voice scold him. "Hush now, Redkit." It meowed. Redkit? So that was his name now.
What could he even do to fight it? He was but a pebble in a swarm of stones, powerless to change and powerless to stand against all that displeased him. In this world, a puzzle that we are all forced to solve, he was a mere pawn in some higher being's game of fun. He knew this well.