You were walking, though the woods when you come across a wound and weak cat. She was tortoiseshell she-cat with yellow eyes. She has a glossy, dappled pelt and a white chest and paws.

Blood leaks slowly from certain slits on her belly, and that although none of them alone would be lethal, but since there is multiple, and that she-cat was experiencing heavy blood loss, that it would be fatal.

You act quickly and bring them back to your camp. A few hours go by before the she-cat starts walking up

"Agh....w-what..." Her voice was strained and groggy.