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(Story below contains blood, wounds, and cat death)

    One winter evening in the forest of the Upwards Trail, a stain of red stretched long across the fresh snow. Dots and smears of blood were led by a young white cat pulling herself forward despite the bleeding wounds across her body.

She should have seen this coming. Should have known they’d have taken this opportunity to get rid of her for good. But where she expected them to just leave her behind lost far from camp again, they do this instead.

  It hurts, she thinks. Everything hurts. This cold. This stinging. This hopelessness.

She continues to drag herself further up a steep hill, frost biting into her paws the whole way. Blood continues to fall from the gashes all over her, seemingly endless.

  Drip. Drip. Drop. Drop.

  And when I get back, no one will care, huh? They’ll just say I bring this upon myself. Maybe I shouldn’t be so rude to a bunch of cats who found me worthless from the start. Sure, just send me on one more patrol with them, that’ll help!

She grits her teeth, bitter thoughts flooding through her for the hundredth time today, when suddenly her paw catches on a rock under the snow causing her to collapse. Wounds begin hurting anew.

Despite this, the young cat strains herself back to her feet, shaking. She reaches one violently shivering paw forward, before her legs give out again and she felt the numbing cold embrace her once more.

Tears start to burn her eyes, not for the first time this evening. They want me to die out here like this. Miserable. Alone. Forgotten…

  No... No, no, no, no, no!

  I’m not going to die here! Screw them! I’m going to live!

The white cat unsteadily pulls herself up and begins trudging forward again, her forelegs doing most of the work while her backlegs become too numb to move well. Her wounds were still bleeding, but she was still alive and that’s all that mattered.

  Drip. Drop. Drip.

Once I’m over this hill, it won’t be much more before I’m finally at camp, she thought blearily. And maybe I’ll finally give them a real piece of my mind. I don’t care what the leader thinks anymore.

Hazy, she lifted herself to the top of the hill. Finally..! Blinking against the blindness that the never ending white snow engulfs her with, the young cat is suddenly startled by a form appearing in front of her out of nowhere.

It was black - a void against the whiteness surrounding it - in the shape of a large feline. Its long fur gently waving in the chilly breeze.

No eyes, no mouth, no face.

She stared in disbelief and fear at this… thing. Her mind was reeling through possibilities, unable to find a complete answer.

  This has to be a hallucination, she thought. But why… Why does it feel so… present?

The blackness shifted only ever so slightly. The white cat stared harshly back at it, deciding to ignore it and push forward when it suddenly moved its paw towards her. She could feel oblivion instantly before it even hit her.

She reacted surprisingly quickly, adrenaline fueling her movement, to recoil from this thing’s clutches. Eyes wide, she hissed at the blackness. “No! I won’t let you kill me! W-whatever you are!”

The blackness stood its ground, unshaken. It seemed to only watch her curiously as she spat at it.

Is this Death, she wondered. I always thought that was a made up legend, but…

  But…

Her body abruptly felt weak again just as quickly as it was filled with energy before and she struggled to remain upright. Her wounds still bled.

  Drip. Drip.

The blackness moved forward, almost cautiously, and oblivion hit the young cat once again.

This time she lost her footing in the snow and tumbled down the hill, until her rolling was harshly stopped by some now reddened stones. The world seemed so dim despite everything looking so white.

  No…

The blackness slowly walked down the hill towards her.

  No.

She’s strained to move her legs, to find her footing. But she just couldn’t.

  I’m not going to bleed to death out here.

She kicked weakly at the blackness now closing in, craning her neck to bare her fangs at it.

  I won’t go without a fight.

But the blackness surrounded her anyway. The darkness was somehow more numbing than the cold.

  I don’t want to die.

And in that final nothing, all she could feel were her weeping wounds.

  Drip.

----- ✦ -----

so anyway that was a bit of story I've had in my head for a while now, dunno if it's that good but it feels good to finally get it out.

Quick doodle from my iPad. Mostly wanted to make an image to go along with the story.

The cord for my wacom tablet quit working so I'm waiting for a new one, which is annoying because i'm in the middle of working on the SkyWing base. I'm gonna upload the SandWing base soon, but I think I'm gonna fix an issue with the sails before i do tho.

edit: touched up the image quite a bit, might mess with it again in the future.

Description

(Story below contains blood, wounds, and cat death)

    One winter evening in the forest of the Upwards Trail, a stain of red stretched long across the fresh snow. Dots and smears of blood were led by a young white cat pulling herself forward despite the bleeding wounds across her body.

She should have seen this coming. Should have known they’d have taken this opportunity to get rid of her for good. But where she expected them to just leave her behind lost far from camp again, they do this instead.

  It hurts, she thinks. Everything hurts. This cold. This stinging. This hopelessness.

She continues to drag herself further up a steep hill, frost biting into her paws the whole way. Blood continues to fall from the gashes all over her, seemingly endless.

  Drip. Drip. Drop. Drop.

  And when I get back, no one will care, huh? They’ll just say I bring this upon myself. Maybe I shouldn’t be so rude to a bunch of cats who found me worthless from the start. Sure, just send me on one more patrol with them, that’ll help!

She grits her teeth, bitter thoughts flooding through her for the hundredth time today, when suddenly her paw catches on a rock under the snow causing her to collapse. Wounds begin hurting anew.

Despite this, the young cat strains herself back to her feet, shaking. She reaches one violently shivering paw forward, before her legs give out again and she felt the numbing cold embrace her once more.

Tears start to burn her eyes, not for the first time this evening. They want me to die out here like this. Miserable. Alone. Forgotten…

  No... No, no, no, no, no!

  I’m not going to die here! Screw them! I’m going to live!

The white cat unsteadily pulls herself up and begins trudging forward again, her forelegs doing most of the work while her backlegs become too numb to move well. Her wounds were still bleeding, but she was still alive and that’s all that mattered.

  Drip. Drop. Drip.

Once I’m over this hill, it won’t be much more before I’m finally at camp, she thought blearily. And maybe I’ll finally give them a real piece of my mind. I don’t care what the leader thinks anymore.

Hazy, she lifted herself to the top of the hill. Finally..! Blinking against the blindness that the never ending white snow engulfs her with, the young cat is suddenly startled by a form appearing in front of her out of nowhere.

It was black - a void against the whiteness surrounding it - in the shape of a large feline. Its long fur gently waving in the chilly breeze.

No eyes, no mouth, no face.

She stared in disbelief and fear at this… thing. Her mind was reeling through possibilities, unable to find a complete answer.

  This has to be a hallucination, she thought. But why… Why does it feel so… present?

The blackness shifted only ever so slightly. The white cat stared harshly back at it, deciding to ignore it and push forward when it suddenly moved its paw towards her. She could feel oblivion instantly before it even hit her.

She reacted surprisingly quickly, adrenaline fueling her movement, to recoil from this thing’s clutches. Eyes wide, she hissed at the blackness. “No! I won’t let you kill me! W-whatever you are!”

The blackness stood its ground, unshaken. It seemed to only watch her curiously as she spat at it.

Is this Death, she wondered. I always thought that was a made up legend, but…

  But…

Her body abruptly felt weak again just as quickly as it was filled with energy before and she struggled to remain upright. Her wounds still bled.

  Drip. Drip.

The blackness moved forward, almost cautiously, and oblivion hit the young cat once again.

This time she lost her footing in the snow and tumbled down the hill, until her rolling was harshly stopped by some now reddened stones. The world seemed so dim despite everything looking so white.

  No…

The blackness slowly walked down the hill towards her.

  No.

She’s strained to move her legs, to find her footing. But she just couldn’t.

  I’m not going to bleed to death out here.

She kicked weakly at the blackness now closing in, craning her neck to bare her fangs at it.

  I won’t go without a fight.

But the blackness surrounded her anyway. The darkness was somehow more numbing than the cold.

  I don’t want to die.

And in that final nothing, all she could feel were her weeping wounds.

  Drip.

----- ✦ -----

so anyway that was a bit of story I've had in my head for a while now, dunno if it's that good but it feels good to finally get it out.

Quick doodle from my iPad. Mostly wanted to make an image to go along with the story.

The cord for my wacom tablet quit working so I'm waiting for a new one, which is annoying because i'm in the middle of working on the SkyWing base. I'm gonna upload the SandWing base soon, but I think I'm gonna fix an issue with the sails before i do tho.

edit: touched up the image quite a bit, might mess with it again in the future.