[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 360px; letter-spacing: -1px;]Falling and falling, to never stop to never end. To never reach the bottom. It was a scary thought but it almost seemed to be real. Carmen Adair had been walking along through Bloodclan territory, wanting to get her mind off of Adorente and her old family. Walking inside through the doorway, hearing shouting and screams for help. Catching glimpses of her father, beating her mother. Running out the door, out of the city of Adorente.
She never wanted to go back. It was where she got her eye almost ripped out, her nightmare. So as she was walking she didn't see a small rock on her right side as her right eye was partially blind and she tripped, tumbling off to the side of a path. She rolled right into a man made hole, seeming to go slow motion she wouldn't stop falling, like it was an endless pit. But finally the tortoiseshell reached the bottom with a loud thud, the crunch of some bones.
Carmen cried out in pain but bit her lip, not wanting to attract any two-legs. She had to do something but what? She was in too much agony to climb out, and she couldn't call for help. What to do?