CHAPTER 3
Blood.
Everywhere I step around this she-cat, there is blood. She wails in pain and once I get close to her stomach, I can see why she is such agony. Blood spews out of her violently ripped out stomach and I can see her intestines.
This is so freaking gross!
I dip one of my paws in the warm blood and then the others until I am crouched in the pool of blood, next to the she-cat's face. Her bright blue eyes are dull with pain but she drags her head across the ground when I am close enough for her to feel my breath. "W-Who are you?" She questions, her voice trying to come off strong but she sounds weak from blood loss.
"I'm Slash and I'm going to help you." I say gently. This hasn't been my first encounter with gory scenes. Once, I met a kitten roaming my part of the woods and it had an empty eye socket. Although it was disturbing, I gave the kitten shelter and helped it as best I could but it died the next morning. I had never even found out its name.
"Slash." The great tabby she-cat's ragged voice jerks me back into the present. "Listen..." The she-cat closes her eyes and I can tell that she is fighting to stay conscious.
Fighting to stay alive just as I did.
The she-cat opens her eyes again and I can tell that the blood loss and pain are affecting her. She opens her mouth to speak and I catch a glimpse of her gums. They are pale and whitish. That isn't good at all.
"Listen Slash," Her voice is slow but determined, "I need y-your help."
"I know. I'm going to get cobweb now so you just stay put." I laugh at myself in my mind. This she-cat couldn't move to save her life. "Just don't-"
"No. Not me." Her breathing is heavy now, quick and labored. I can tell that it's about to become shallow and then...
"You don't understand." I say gently, "You've lost a lot of blood. I will be right back." I start to push myself to my paws which are covered in blood. My underbelly is also dark crimson but I don't mind that now. I have to save this cats life.
"No!" The she-cat gasps, shakily reaching out with one paw and touching my leg. "I-I need you." Her voice is shaky. She is dying. And she won't let me help her.
Maybe she is afraid of dying by herself.
I pause for a moment and she looks at me, somehow mustering a piercing gaze and clearing away her agony. I can't even picture how much pain she mush be in.
"My. Kittens." She pauses and continues in a whisper, "Must. Save. Them. They are...next to...the river." She closes her eyes. Her voice is shallow and very quiet as she whispers in a final, stuttering breath, "Tell them I love them."
With that, her body horribly convulsed and she died. Her unblinking eyes looking into mine.
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