hush [death topic]

The thud of pads hitting the ground was muffled by soft grass, the young warrior rushing in a crazed run. Fueled by adrenaline, he pressed on, pushing his muscles past his limits, gritting his teeth to resist giving up and collapsing. Fur unkempt, he cast a glance over his shoulder, and locked eyes with his follower - a large, snarling red fox. It snapped it jaws too close for comfort, foaming at the mouth and tearing the ground with its claws. As much as he pushed himself, the warrior couldn't outrun the starved beast, and slowly, he began falling behind. Panting, breathing hoarsely with a grazing feeling deep in his throat, the tom scrambled to relative safety, up on a rock over-looking the Moonlit Creek. Shaken to the core, he looked from side to side, for his attacker, eyes wide with horror. Finally, the sound of growling began to died down. Quietrain almost fainted on the grizzly, warm rock, sucking up every gulp of air like it would be his last. Half-conscious, he lay, resting his body and his mind, telling himself he wouldn't die, that it would be okay. The fox was probably gone, too hungry to tally on for longer trying to take him down. He was barely more than fur and bones.

Suddenly, the feeling of tiny needles piercing his tail ensued, followed by the gruesome pain of the jaws of the red beast locking around it. With one, swift and forceful yank of its head, the creature threw him off the stone, Quietrain tumbling on the ground and hitting a tree with his back. He swore he heard something snap, and the feeling of pure agony was enough to tell him he was right. Closing his eyes for the final time, the warrior tried to remember the good things in his life, but even then, few came to mind. Alone, as always, with his deepest, yet most empty thoughts, he died.