The kit squeaked again, coughing a racket. She trembled and collapsed to the ground, breathing becoming in rasps.
"H-Hel-l-l-p" she sputtered coughing again. Her body became so cold, it seemed impossible that she was still living. Her small body was struggling to fight against the cold rush of water against her pelt. She began to struggling, whinning, yowling, and squeaking in pain; her whole body was numb, so she was moving her legs as if running.
Clockpaw watched in horror from her perched area.