Post by MIMPPHI. \\ on Dec 31, 2008 16:24:06 GMT -5
phantomthief
A break of coughing spasms woke the large fluffy male, before he relieved it he couldn't breathe. He wanted to know where the coughing was coming from but the fight for air was more important then that. As he got up Phantomthief relieved that the coughing came from him, as it stopped he quickly sucked in air only to start up again. The silver tabby male fled to the entrance of the den and hacked up blood, he didn't know what to do. He was to horrified to move or even call for help. His pupilless cyan eyes were wide and filled with shock as he coughed up more and more blood. Then finally he stopped, his body fell to the snow covered ground. His final breath came out in a gust "Help." Phantomthief knew there would be no help now, he was dead.
