Down With the Bullet

 Down With the Bullet

Part One in the Snowkit Series

'''A/N: I've seen many versions of "What if Snowkit had survived?" so here's mine! Enjoy, and please comment constructive criticism!'''

 Lettuce Begin!



I saw my mother’s amber eyes fill with fear, as the cats around me retreated to their dens. Suddenly, darkness engulfed my world. I looked upwards toward the sky. Where had the sun gone? Gleaming yellow claws reached out to grab me.

My mind clicked.

Hawk.

Pain seared my pelt, into the very bones beneath my flesh. I let out a yowl of alarm. Speckletail’s face became a mask of horror. I struggled to get out of the monster’s grasp, but the claws just tightened its grip.

Looking down, the trees began to shrink, until the Highrock was just a tiny pebble. I wondered if I would ever see Speckletail again. Images of the pale tabby she-cat flashed in my mind.

I could smell blood. It was my own. I observed my snowy white pelt. Crimson stains splattered it, where the hawk was gripping me. My thoughts were interrupted when I heard a terrible sound, louder than anything I’d ever heard. It was a blast, like all the rocks from the forest crashing down.

And then, the hawk went limp, and I was falling… falling…