and her death comes to meet her (solo topic)

The light grey feline slunk unhappily through the dreary landscape, her eyes drooping. It was a dark, foggy day, and few strips of sunlight made it onto the land below, sending chills down the feline's body. Mist was unhappy and depressed, and wanted to forget it all. Why had she given up her kits? It was so stupid.. her poor children were not in safe hands, and she was to blame. What if they killed them, abandoned them, treated them like filth? Oh, she wished she had stayed in the barn that day, without a single thought about those wretched clans.. Why had she left Windclan? It was so nice there, everyone welcomed you and cared about your wellbeing. She wouldn't be going through any of this if she had just gone back to sleep. It was all so.. stupid! SHE was so stupid! All her life, she had made the wrong choices and then cried about them later, like a kit who wouldn't stop eating their sibling's freshkill. She kept on walking along, none of her attention focused on the world around her and her eyes closed, when the Thunderpath began to near - she was too enveloped in her self-deprecating thoughts. She didn't notice the change from cool crumbly dirt to hard stone. She didn't notice the horrible stench of the monsters. But she did notice the thunderous roar of the metallic killing machine speeding down the Thunderpath, only a small bit away from her. In only a few seconds, it would kill her, but she had time to run away. However, the same feeling she had felt many times before hit her, and her paws turned to stone again. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1.

Thunk. It ran straight over the panic-stricken feline, crushing her bones, spilling out blood and making her eyes almost pop straight out of their sockets. Mist let out an earsplitting yelp as she felt the pain hit her like a rock hurled at her, and her breaths became more and more strained. Trembling, she realised the dreadful thing had only hit her back legs, missing any internal organs or She wasn't dead. Her back legs were crushed, but she wasn't dead. She was going to die, though, she was sure of it. Then, as her vision began to blur, she spotted the faint silhouette of a monster approaching. This time, it rolled over her head, crushing it. She felt no more.

Mist is dead.