It's in the trap (a Merlin story)

I was running. Running so fast. My black fur shimmering to dark blue ripples in the full moons light. I need to get away. I need to find him. Tell him. I have been look for years. So many years. I forget who I'm looking for, what I have to tell. But it's import. I know it's important. So I keep running. Leaves, sticks and dirt crunching under my paws. I've never been this far out in the forest. Well that I can remember. It seems thinner than the center where the trees where close knit. These trees are spread and have large flower patches around the base of there trunk. Purple and white climbing half heartily up the moss covered oaks. I keep running. I ignore the odd piles of leaves in clearings. The ones with a hint of silver in the center. I kept running anyway. my paws slipping on concealed moss. My legs hitting up rooted tree roots. but I keep going. I can only run like this once a month. I slip on a small clearing of mud in the long forest grass, sending me into a tree trunk, hitting it with so much force I let out a pained yelp. I lay there for a few seconds catching my breath and gaining my footing before taking off again. Just keep going south. My brain kept repeating. South. South. SNAP! with another yelp of pain I fell to the forest floor snout first. I tried to push myself up but I was stuck, my leg in extreme pain like it was being crushed in a vice. I tugged at the right leg. Nothing but a sharp pain. I howled. I yelped. I cried out. But no one came. I needed to get out. I needed to be free before the end of the full moon. 
"Merlin! We've caught one!" some one yelled out. It was then I noticed the fire. It was then I noticed the horses. It was then I noticed blankets on the floor and the logs pulled to one side in case the fire began to die. It was then I realized they where hunters. And they had caught me. 

ok first chapter over. Just so you know all the rest will be in third person. (::) cookie if you comment