His last cry... (Littlepaw's death topic)

Littlepaw walked around, mind restless. Recently he had been feeling strange but he shrugged it off. He didn't feel like worrying his family. He refused to have the medicine cat check him. The small tom now regretted it all. He began to stumble around, his head swaying side to side. He felt nauseous and dizzy. He decided to take a small rest in a small clearing with a few trees behind him. As he just layed down, he saw a shadow spread around him. He jumped up and began to run. 'Dear Starclan no!' he thought. His legs began to tire. The shadow grew nearer and nearer. "Help me! Anybody please!" he cried out. His plea for help came out as a sob. The apprentice was smaller than all the rest so any predator could go and kill him easily. His head pounded and his heart raced. Did Starclan really think it was his time already? He let out another cry before being swooped away from above. The bird of prey held him in its grasp. No! This was not the end! The tom wasn't going to let this hawk be the end of him. The tom struggled in the bird's grasp. He began to claw at its underside and he began to harshly pull its feathers. Littlepaw heard it screech in pain. Its talons loosened around him. Yes! He was almost free. Terror struck him in an instance. He looked down, he was very high up. If the bird would drop him there, he'd certainly die. He desperetaly hung on for dear life. His eyes as wide as moons. The hawk loosened its grip completely sending poor Littlepaw plummeting to the unforgiving ground below. He let out a final scream before hitting the ground with a final and sickening thud. His eyes were glazed with stinging tears and his mouth worded two final words. "I-I'm sorry..." Eternal darkness washed over him as he joined the ranks of Starclan.

OOC: For whoever finds him: Can you make a seperate topic back at the camp?