Softly Singing the Ballad of Death [CLOSED DEATH TOPIC]

Softpaw had been wandering through the territory, looking out for prey, but she had wandered into Snakerocks. The diluted tortoiseshell was more than afraid of what lurked here, deadly creatures that slunk around silently and then struck with such speed that it was horrifying. She had to get out of here. She began padding swiftly through the outskirts of Snakerocks, to hopefully avoid any adders, but it was just her luck that one spotted her and sank it's poisonous fangs into her leg. She let out a bloodcurdling screech, falling over due to the pain. It was almost as if she was blinded by how much pain she felt. There was blood pouring out of the bite in her leg, but she didn't move to stop it...she was dying...
She was still dying...
And then she was dead.