Stripe ran through the forest, it was the first time hunting by himself! He dreamed of the impresses looks on his parents, and even sister’s face once he brought home a whole pack of juicy rabbits. He grinned as he felt the cool wind rush through his orange striped pelt. He suddenly found a rabbit and sprinted even faster after it. The chase went on for a while until the rabbit randomly turned around and rushed right under stripe. Taken by surprise, he tripped and fell right over. Stripe struggled up to his feet, rubbing his cheek with one of his front paws, he then shook the dust out of his thick pelt and started to wonder what made the rabbit turn around. He started to look around, maybe it was something in front of them that made the rabbit run the other direction. Suddenly, he heard a noise in front of him, then he saw something, the fake removable pelt from a fur-head. And recognized the almost hairless body of a fur-head, there was a bigger male one, short fur on top of his head and some fur near his chin area, and a younger female fur-head with quite long fur on top of her head. Suddenly the younger fur-head whipped around, and pointed in stripe’s direction, mewling to the bigger human who also turned his head in his direction. Stripe’s ears went back, the bigger fur-head pulled out a death-stick, and pulled the trigger. There was a loud bang as one of the death stick balls just barely missed stripe’s head. Stripe’s parents had once told him that fur-heads were very dangerous when equipped with death-sticks. It also would probably be really painful if the death-stick ball did hurt him, it was probably best if stripe ran away, so stripe bolted home as fast as he can. He ran through the entrance, panting, “ugh! He didn’t bring any prey!” He heard a small voice nearby him, then noticed his sister, feather, staring at him, looking very annoyed. Stripe scoffed. “Stripe? What’s the matter? You seemed so upset when you rushed into our home...” he heard his mother, moth looking at him, she seemed very concerned. “F-f-fur-heads! T-they had d-d-d-death-sticks! I-I had to r-run back home, s-sorry.....” he panted, “oh, it’s alright, stripe, as long as you’re safe, is it alright if you come back after the fur-heads go away?” Moth said, rubbing the top of stripe’s head with her tail, “s-sure! Sorry for not catching any prey...” he said, “don’t beat yourself up, stripe, it’s totally fine, it’s not your fault.” Stripe’s father, claw said, smiling to try and cheer him up. “Ughhhhhhh we’re gonna go hungry again! I wanna eat!” Feather moaned. Stripe flattened his ears, “you should’ve brought home at least somethinggggggg!” Feather complained. “Honey, Stripe tried his very best but there was danger in the forest, it’s better to go hungry for a night than to lose someone important...” moth said, but feather continued to complain. Stripe suddenly heard a loud bang as He slammed feather’s head into the ground as a death-stick ball over where her head was, if it wasn’t for stripe, feather would be dead. Feather sat up and spat out dirt and dust, “ow! That hurt! And you got my head all dusty! Now mom has to clean it again!” Feather groaned, “oh no, you’re all filthy now! This is way more important than the fact that I just saved your life!” Stripe said sarcastically, “you realize the death-stick ball could have hit you, right?” He said. Both of them suddenly heard a very loud scream coming from moss, they both whipped around to see moss laying on the ground, a death-stick ball lodged into her chest. Both of the cubs gasped, “mom?” Feather said, starting to cry. “HURRY! GET INTO THE RIVER! AND RUN!” Claw cried, another loud bang was heard as a death-stick ball hit him in the chest, he fell to the ground, both of the young tiger cubs jumped into the river as claw had told them to do. Feather was immediately carried away by the currents, due to being small and young, “FEATHER!” Stripe cried as he watched feather be rushed away as the currents tugged hard at his large strong paws. He then turned around, seeing the fur-heads, pointing their death-sticks at him, he waded away as fast as he could, losing sight of them, the current got stronger as the water got deeper, soon, he wasn’t able to reach the bottom as was just quickly being pulled away by the raging river, the currents were strong and made Stripe tumble around in the water, it made him hit his head hard on a rock. He winced as he felt pain surging through his forehead. His vision started to blur as he started to feel dizzy. The currents didn’t help at all, they continued to drag him down. They dragged him deep underwater, he could hardly breathe, he still felt really dizzy. He could make out blood in the water. Stripe started to cry, Is this it? Is this how I die? He thought as he continued to choke on water, slowly drowning. He then fell unconscious.