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The way Frostbite had so abruptly grabbed her scruff made the bleeding Siamese groan in pain and slight annoyance. Gosh, she wasn't dead yet. Her kits deserved the worry, not her. She was fine. At this point, dying was just an old friend. She had just hoped her third chance at life would last longer. A soft
oomph came from the warrior as he dropped her, and started yelling for Sundust and Thrushfur. Why the hell was he yelling for Thrushfur? Where was Cindersky? Her forehead creased in confusion, but she didn't say anything. She had to save her breath. To tell them about her babies. To urge them to go save them. Compared to the horrible, innocence-stealing ordeals she knew those cats planned for her kids, her injuries seemed like a papercut.
God, this was embarrassing. Her misty blue eyes darted around as she lay on her side, smelling the metallic scent of her blood on the ground. And soon, to both her relief and dismay, Bumblebreak ran over, pressing his paws to her stomach to try and stop the bleeding. Smart move, but she feared that it was in vain.
"are you getting deja vu or is it just me?" She breathed weakly, too worried about her kits to chuckle but not dead enough yet that she couldn't crack a small joke, referencing her first death so many moons ago.
"I don't know about you but this is getting old. Me dying and everything." How was she so apathetic about this? Maybe she was growing numb to her own dying and near-death experiences. The only thing she cared about right now was her kids.
And I think they hurt her.
If her situation wasn't so desperate, Houndspirit would have laughed.
"You think? I actually feel fine." her voice shook slightly and, her sass was probably incredibly pathetic right now. Hopefully her savior wouldn't get offended, and would realize that was just her pathetic attempt at a joke. Frostbite was quick to explain the situation, but seeing as she knew if better, she also decided to try and give her brother all the information he would need to try and help her kits. Because she knew she was screwed.
"I went to look for Rainhound... a-and then Twolegs got me. I escaped a few moons ago b-but when I tried to come back, there were three big cats and they basically forced me to stay with them." Her voice broke slightly.
She wheezed softly, and her eyelids fluttered. God, dying was so stupid. Somehow this pain was worse than both of her other experiences combined, because now she knew she was leaving those kids to the horrible treatment of those monsters.
"They train cats. Kind of like warriors only.... only not. Like they train them to kill. It's horrible." She mumbled, the memory of the screaming that would happen at night, falling asleep wrapped around the kittens so tight so they wouldn't have to hear the dying cat's howls.
"I tried to get away and bring them here... t-they were going to take them from me. I tried to get away. But they were too fast." The memory of the kit's screaming for her as they were whisked away made her want to tear the world apart. She would tear the sky into shreds for those little kids, and they were just ripped away. And Houndspirit could do nothing.
She locked eyes with Bumblebreak, then down to her belly as she saw her brother's paws getting all gross. She placed a single paw on his paw, and very pathetically tried to shove it off.
"You're going to freeze your paws washing them off later." She muttered strictly, before a sudden wave of nausea and blackness washed over her, and she was struck silent, trying to gather herself. She had to describe her kits. How were they supposed to find them if they didn't know what to look for? Her words failed her, and she was just stuck trying to find her voice again. Before it was too late.