say something ;; open, death ;; i'm giving up on you

evergreenpaw was hunting. it was late afternoon and the sun auburn hues stroked the stocky she-cat's pelt as she scented the air. an unexpected scent hit her tongue will a vague familiarity that made the ticked tabby shiver. fox. fright filled the apprentice's green eyes. she turned to flee but it was too late. she had stumbled across a fox's den. within it were the mother fox's cubs. with a sickening pop, the young she-cat's spine snapped. the mother fox growled and turned away. the intelligent dark green eyes turned to a misted green. evergreenpaw was dead.

((sorry guys, i just had no muse for her. :c