A/N: The usual trigger warnings ahead, gore, blood etc. Also I'll just be writing whatever comes to my head.

Third person p.o.v.

A cat stood near a river, blood flowing freely from its wounds. The long and deep cuts never seem to stop bleeding, no matter what this cat does. Said cat lied down on the little sand bank, staining the sand red. All It could hear was the rushing water, birds songs being carried by the ever so present wind.

The cat has always loved the forest, all the calming scents, sights and sounds made it at home. Suddenly, the bright sun was covered by dark clouds, casting the land in darkness. The cat took a small sniff, rain will be coming any minute now. That's another thing the cat loves, rain. The sight and smell of it calmed her down alot. Everything about this forest seemed to calm her, but not those clan cats.

Clan cats, a bunch of entitled, power hungry jerks. The cat had observed them for a while, all they seemed to care about is power, territory and blood. Whoever could draw the most blood seemed the most respected, which was sick. Why can't they all live in peace?! Oh wait... All they'll end up doing is kill each other faster.

The cats body suddenly jerked, sending searing pain through out its whole body. It's white, brown  and black fur stood on end, stuck together with blood. The wounds are getting worse, it's killing it. But there was a side of this cat that didn't seem to mind, after all it would be in peace. Ahh peace, the thing it never really got in life, so it made sure to cherish every moment it got of it.

"Spider?" A ghostly voice asked the dying cat, but the cat didn't respond. All it wants is pure quiet, surrounded by forest sounds. As if on cue, rain started to pour down on the forest, filling it with the water it needs to live. It's also bringing this cat peace in its final moments, something it will cherish forever.

The spirit seemed to have gone away, sending a little smile across the cats muzzle. It took in a huge final breath, rain scent filling it's little nose. It's body seemed to have calmed down instantly, allowing it's blue eyes to close finally. Peace filled up the cat with warmth, a happiness you can't get naturally.

Then it's body went still, blood all over it's pelt, grass, shrubbery, sand and it's even spilt into the water. It was finally at peace, it somehow knew that. That little smile was still on its muzzle, making it seem content with dying. It was never afraid of dying, it was just afraid of where it would die. Or if it would die scared, unhappy and cold.

Hi, my name's spider, I was a loner unfairly killed by some clan cats. All I wanted was to eat, but they wanted my blood. But hey, this she-cat is happy to be a spirit, I can forever be happy. I've always been the happier cat, unlike the clans. Anyway, this was the story of my death. Dark and gloomy I know, but my life wasn't always like this.

It had it's major twists and turns, but it always got better. Will my story continue? Yes it will but in another way. I'll tell you all the story of what happened to those clan cats after they killed me. But I must be going now, I have to say hello to my kits.