He thought he would manage. He really did...
All had been well for him, he had managed to keep himself well fed during those warm summer nights. Autumns chilly days. The mongrels that cursed the lands this leaf-bare hadn't managed to kill him yet, though he feared with his state he may just be too weak to run away from them or to fight off the ravenous fox. The tabby had stayed strong when his mother abandoned him... stayed strong when he had to learn to care for himself, but the thought of death? Knowing that it was coming, that if he was lucky he'd survive the next few days if he managed to find scraps to chew on, scared him. What was there after death? Was there anything? Back when he was a child his mother use to whisper him stories about how cats would ascend to some type of heaven when they passed on, it was peaceful... never again would one have to worry about starving or dehydration. Never again would one have to feel pain or sadness. When he was a kit he believed it. But as he grew older he began to become not so naive... His mother had lied to him each and every single time she told him the words 'I love you', it wasn't so hard to guess that that was another lie she spoke to him. Every damn thing she had ever told him was a damn lie.
What was there then? Total blackness? Did you get spat back out right after death into a different life to live? With his luck he'd turn into something so stupid and pointless like a flea.
Perhaps if there was at least nothing he'd for sure never have to worry about anything again, it'd be a slumber that lasted for eternity... And if this is what life was he'd prefer that than the hell he was living in right now. The light tabby was nothing but bones, you could see his rib cage, his fur was a complete mess and tangled beyond belief. He hadn't had time to care for himself with the empty pit in his stomach kept constantly reminding him- hey you're hungry, hey you're starving, hey you better give me some food. He was trying... he was trying but there was nothing!
Where was the damn prey?
But even if he found something, would he be able to catch it? Or was he too weak for that as well?
He stops in his tracks, a hundred thoughts raced in his head.
This was how he'd die. Alone, cold, and hungry. A tom who had barely even had the chance to truly live.
I could've been handed any life to live, and I was given this one.
He sinks down into the snow, his legs tired and his paws screaming for him to rest. And thats what they'd get. He carried no plans on standing up ever again, he was so hungry it hurt. He walked so many miles his paws felt like they were going to fall off, and he was so cold he was shocked he didn't have icicles growing on his whiskers. Even if he didn't give up and continued walking he'd collapse sooner or later, and eventually he'd die. At least this way he got to rest on last time before going out.
"W-W... Why me?" He whines through chattering teeth as a shiver runs down his spine. He didn't want to die, he didn't.
He lays his head down in the cold snow with a quiet whimper and closes his eyes, perhaps it'd end sooner if he fell asleep?
Soon the cold or the constant grumbling of his stomach wouldn't bother him anymore. All he had to do was sleep... So he closes his eyes and minutes begin to pass. The thoughts in his head wouldn't cease, they kept him awake. Kept him thinking...
"W-Wha-What?" A confused yelp would escape the young tom and immediately he'd scramble up onto his paws in alarm. His head thrashed around in an attempt to look for the source of the voice, but he seen no one. Was he hallucinating?
Then he calms down and looks straight, to see a sight he definitely was not expecting to see. Before him stood a starry translucent cat, she appeared... older but aside from that with the snows blinding glow he couldn't make out anything else about her. But he got the most important things. His eyes would widen in both confusion and shock, "W-What are you...? He stutters once more through chattering teeth. But the feline only continues to give him a blank stare and shakes her head, "Not important. Follow." Her tone was stern yet gentle, a tone he'd often hear his mother use back when he was a child. Back when he had someone to look to. In an odd way it comforted him. It made him feel like he could trust her...
As she turns around she gives off a beckoning flick of her tail before padding off rather quickly, and not wanting to lose her he swiftly pads after her. Though somehow the feline managed to walk gracefully through the snow, failing to leave even the faintest of prints behind as she paced through the land. Meanwhile the weak and tired tom was having a bit of trouble plowing through it all... he had no idea what was going on, no idea what was happening, but he couldn't just... not follow her.
Maybe she'd lead him to warmth. Food. Shelter.
He hoped so... he hoped he was right in trusting her.
Some time would pass and eventually the molly would lead him into the depths of a forest. Trees were everywhere and if you looked up you could just barely see the blue sky through the branches.
He felt claustrophobic, and doubt once more began to sink into him. "Where are you taking me? We've been walking forever! And... it smells weird here..." And the feline failed to bless him with a reply. Er... okay... But instead she did quicken her pace, swerving side to side past tree to tree. Clearly she had done this before and even more clearly she knew this place well. Did that mean they were drawing close to where they were going?
Well he couldn't really think about that, as since the feline was so swift with her movement while he nearly face planted into a tree every time he turned he had a hard time keeping up. Clumsily racing through the trees for awhile he only caught glimpse of the starry feline, and eventually she must have gotten out of his sight because he didn't see her at all! "H-Hey? Wait up! Where are you?" The tabby yells frantically through the trees, but as expected he gets nothing in response.
He stops in his tracks, "Come back!" a hopeless wail escapes him.
What was he to do now...?
//wow obviously dont feel like you have to match.
In summary he's pretty much close to starvation, cold, and weak af. Right as he was about to give up a spirit (lav lmfao im not even gonna try to be discreet y'all know me i love her) guided him to skyclan territory. He's now in the middle of it and the spIRIT is no where to be seen.