death is like a one way ticket to a distant star

Kuroki nearly let out a yelp when the fiery form of his littlest sister emerged from the swirling white abyss. Kit did well to hide it but he could see the distress in her eyes, her blue eyes seemed darker than he remembered, as though the world wasn't quite as soft around the edges as they'd once thought. But instead of floundering as Kuroki had she was quick to try and put herself to use, to act in a logical and rational way, just like their Sire. She reached out with a trembling paw and pressed it against his neck, stating that he was still alive. That was good and despite the stress and the terror settling in his bones the little prince couldn't help but feel a glimmer of relief. Bad situations didn't feel quite so when he wasn't alone. He'd been with his siblings since the day he was born, it was in essence his natural state of being.

But what were they supposed to do? Cover his wounds with what? Kuroki looked about, eyes wide and frantic as he tried to set his gaze on something, anything that wasn't infinite pale. A wave of shivers wracked his form as he tried to gently nudge the stringy insides back where they belonged, as though to hold them inside with his front paws. He expected some sort of protest from the man but he was still, limp despite the faint thumping of his heart that was easily drowned out by the roaring of the wind. In a way...Kuroki just wanted to close his eyes and pretend this was all a bad dream. They weren't ready and really able to do anything, no matter how they tried and yet more than anything the pups had thrown themselves into helping. Without even a thought for their safety, their rose tinted glasses now stained with a strangers blood.

With each passing second it was inching towards being too much. As busy as Kit was making herself Kuroki could tell...he knew.

But when things got bad they inevitably got worse.

As he huddled there, his paws bloodied and scrambling he heard yet another roar, one very much unlike the wind screeching in his ears. He straightened a little, eyes snapping wide as he noticed the approaching figures, grey and looming, with massive paws crunching against the snow.

"Kit...." He trailed off, his voice quaking. Did she see them too or was this his mind playing a terrible trick on him again? His imagination spiralling out of control and conjuring images of sabred cats with blood coating their faces. As if that was a normal thing a kid of his age thought about.