The small kitten was unmoving. The feebly wriggling mass tried desperately to crawl to her mother's side, her life force flickering away while her heart began to fade out. Her nose wrinkled at the tempting taste of milk that was farther than she could move. Was this how she would end, before she was even able to begin?
Her head turned at a noise, sounding like the soft chime of bells and the gentle breeze of winter snow. Despite her eyes being tightly shut, she swore she could see something. The outline of stars and sparkles was coming close to her location while her body began to feel as cold as the world around her. "Who...?" She tried to squeak. A cough came out instead.
Hollywood looked down at the cob, the old snowferra sneering a little. "Is this really what I was sent down for? Some kit?" She grunted, glaring at the galaxy coloured kitten that was close to drawing it's final breath. The healer had expected more. To come down to warn a Clan of some impending danger, or a prophecy, or to just laze in the moonlit grasses for eternity until she could disappear in peace. But no. She was stuck to become the new life force for a kit that she wasn't sure deserved it. Many died. What made her so special?
Finally the spirit pressed against the kitten's flank and vanished, the starlight falling from her pelt.
The soon to be named Nebulacub gave an even louder, lively squeal as she crawled with renewed vigor towards her mother's flank.