A small feline made his way to the freezing land of the Snowbound, weak but with enough strength to carry a bag that held a small squirming mass inside. He stopped at the border and gingerly put the bag down, wheezing. He curled up next to the bag and looked around, sides heaving as he struggled to regain his breath. His time was coming to a close, but he had to make someone come. He couldn't leave the bag alone. If he did.. the kit would die, and his son couldn't die. Not yet. He should have a chance at life.. A life with a family and friends. The tom cat gave a small shout, calling for help. His vision grew blurry and the cold nipped at his skin. He did all he could... His son had a chance, or so he hoped.
He curled around the bag and closed his eyes, breathing growing faint before stopping altogether. There was soft mewling coming from that bag, and the kit inside wiggled around trying to find a source of heat to curl up next to.
He curled around the bag and closed his eyes, breathing growing faint before stopping altogether. There was soft mewling coming from that bag, and the kit inside wiggled around trying to find a source of heat to curl up next to.
❄ i couldn't even keep you