Garnetkit walked on the snow covered beach, his little paws pressed into the snow as he toddled around like a drunken baby cheetah in roller skates. As he continued down the shore, he looked out to the water, the cold air nipped his fur. He felt tired, so tired. He tried to take another step but he stumbled forward. He balanced himself and took more steps. He could hear the wind howling in his ears as snow battered at him. He noticed slight movement underneath the sand and he perked up. A crab?…he sniffed the air hopefully, the wind blew into his face, blasting him with salty sea air and the frigid droplets of ocean water. his stomach rumbled as a reminder to why he was out of the camp. He focused on the patch of sand and crouched down. He pounced only to find…nothing. suddenly, he collapsed into the sand, his eyesight became fuzzy as he laid there, he told himself silently “I’m sorry my siblings, I’m sorry mama……I didn’t make it….” Garnetkit closed his eyes and let the darkness take him, his body felt weightless as the sounds of the ocean faded away…Garnetkit’s life came to an end….
