Storys Of the Mist

A she-cat walked along the forest floor, her head low and her tongue out as she panted; Out of breath. "I-I can't walk any farther...." She thought as her legs shook and she collapsed to the hard ground. She struggled to keep her eye's open, The grass seemed to stop swaying and the tree's turning a darker color. "W-What's happening?" She whispered gasping for air. "A-Am I dying?...No... Please don't be true.. I'm n-not ready!" Her ears pinned back to her head with what little strength she had left. At that point everything had gone black to her, And her breathing almost was at a stop. "N-No.." Her last breath slipped out from her muzzle, Her body going still and motionless. Silent footsteps started to approach her, A gasp came from the unknown creature. It ran over to her, Quickly picking her up and running off deeper into the forest.

Warning: Gore, Sexual stuff (Maybe), Strong words.