What Happens when you get too close to Twolegs?

Hunting was always something she enjoyed very much. To get away from the rowdy cats in camp was a must. But, hunting by yourself could be dangerous. But, she had no choice to go alone since her children were out training. 

The musty aroma of Twolegs reeked nearby. Fresh, she thought worriedly. The blind she-cat continued on her way. The Twoleg stepped closer, and closer... Before he bent down and picked her up. He said something like, "Oh, you'll be a good one," or something, and he pulled a ragged knife out of his pocket. In other words, Mousewhisker was dead meat.