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Bells ran in the distance as she staggered home from battle. She had no chance of defeating the great beast who had stood against her. Blood dripped down her fur as she dragged her limp, broken leg behind her. The claws on her paw scraped upon the asphalt as she continued. Confusion and madness were her only fuel, for she had simply been a mother protecting her young. Giving an involuntary whimper, thoughts of her children already began to fade from her simple mind.

She was after all...Just another bitch involved in a hit and run...