Your body shivers as you lay on the cold ground, injured and near death. You feel paws frantically work at your injured and bleeding flank, pushing sticky cobwebs and leaves into the slash to stop the bleeding. Your eyes are dazed and dizzy, but almost clear as day, you see a cat sitting calmy between two trees, their fur a pure white, eyes blood red. Their face was smeared with a streak of blood as they stand up, padding their way to your side and staring down at you.

"This was your 8th life. You have one left."