Strawpelt nodded and turned and ran as fast as she could. Past the trail, to the last spot she had seen Oaktooth. But he wasn't there anymore. She looked around, frantic. Then, she saw the receding tail of the cougar.
"Over there! The cougar must be taking Oaktooth!" she cried out, pointing with her paw at Huntclaw.
Her sides were quickly expanding and contracting. That was probably the fastest she'd run in her life, and now that she had pointed out the cougar, she collapsed, catching her breath.
Oaktooth hung limply in her jaws. The swinging motion of the cougar's stride started to slowly bring him into conciousness. He felt teeth on his scruff, but they weren't digging in hard. Windstar? He slowly opened his eyes, drowsy and dizzy from bloodloss. The ground looked as if it was spinning and moving to the left at the same time. His eyes slowly looked left, but still on the ground. A left paw constantly came into view, then back out every second. But it didn't look like a cat's paw, it looked more like a cougar's. Cougar? His eyes widened. He knew he wouldn't be able to fight, and probably not get away either in the state he was in.
And so this is how it ends, he thought. He wondered for how long he'd be dead for before the rest of the clan noticed his extended absence.