Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27492740-20160513180225/@comment-33008190-20160514041728

(Okay I'm just gonna forget what Gold wrote about bursting into camp with blood. I'll take over since after she left camp.)

Yellowdapple smelled fresh scents and felt the warm air ruffle her fur as she padded out into the forest. This was exactly what she needed. A fresh stretch and a calming breath, then she could return to her beautiful kits.

''I'm so lucky to have them. I don't know what I would do without them.''

Yellowdapple smiled and padded past a few willow trees. She heard a rustling, and maybe thought she could turn to hunt. She felt like a good plump mouse right now. Yellowdapple turned around.

And came face-to-face with a snarling, ragged old fox. It was huge, and looked vicious and fierce.

Yellowdapple gasped. What do I do!?

It came in a flash. A red and white blur. A step back. The fox frowning and sneering.

Yellowdapple with a dirty, bloody, unexpected gash straight across her throat and face.

"AAAAAAAA!" Yellowdapple screamed in a gurgling panic. The fox advanced, and she couldn't react before it shoved her down to her stomach.

Then it trampled her, and she screamed out in terror and complete pain. It was excruciating, heartbreaking, life-ending pain....

"He-help! M...y kits..." Yellowdapple winced in pain as she tried to speak, but felt the drenching scarlet liquid stream down her throat and through her paws and chest.

Then the fox circled back, and Yellowdapple hung her head. ''I...I can't be defeated. My kits!'' Tears mixed in with the blood that fell down her body.

Suddenly, Yellowdapple knew she could try for a chance. One chance to maybe save her lives--and get back to her kits.

Staggering unevenly and with unbeliavable pain, Yellowdapple barely rose to stare at the fox. Then she ran straight past it, catching it off guard when it had thought it won.

She ran and ran, stumbling past logs and leaves. The blood in her throat just pumped out in pawfuls now, and she became dreary-eyed.

I....I.....My......Rabbitkit..

Yellowdapple was so in shock she couldn't even think straight. Whether the fox was following her or not, whether her kits were okay or not, or whether she would make it back or not was beyond her.

Stumbling along with any strength in her and a slippery, wet pelt, Yellowdapple pulled her sore limbs as close to camp as she could.

She stumbled through the entrance, thorns and brambles scratching her pelt. Her eyes were wild and her mind scattered. Wobbly legs.

She barely stumbled through, her eyes almost at once closing, until she padded with the very KAST strength in her to the middle of camp.

And then she collapsed.

Right in front of her beautiful kits. Her newborn, healthily wonderful kits she wanted to start a life with. She was so happy.

And now she was going to be gone, ripped away from them and leaving them for all time.

"N...no...my.....I...." Yellowdapple coughed up any blood that was left in her body--which wasn't much--and felt the pain at once take over her body.

Her final sight was her kits staring at her, horrified and devastated. She tried to whisper "I love you," but couldn't. She could never have a happy ending with her kits.

So, after the sudden attack...

She lulled her head

She closed her eyes.

She dropped her paws.

She stopped breathing.

Her kits' desperate screams and an upset clan was the last thing Yellowdapple ever heard, as she finally drifted away into a dark eternity of loneliness, forever.

(The End)