[ChameweonRainbow]

@Jaymist/Ravenkit
Needle still lay there under the thorn bush; his fur,claws, and face covered with blood. His quiet breaths were puffs of steam and his body completely numb. He hadn't moved or even twitched for several hours. The sun had set not long ago and a ghastly twilight settled over the barren woods. The unmoving tom's eyes were empty and bleak as they stared off into a world only he could see. The surrounding bushes and ground were streaked and splattered with blood and guts. These were not his, but that of a squirrel's that he had tortured and ripped apart. His claws still lay unsheathed but he had no fight in him left, he was lost to the world as his body lay there slowly freezing to death. Nighttime predators would be out soon, and he would probably soon freeze to death or be eaten by some creature of the night. So there Needle lay, like a corpse devoid of its spirit, that had become lost in the desolate, icy woods.