B is for Brownpaw eaten by ghouls

Brownpaw trudge through the marshes of Shadowclan territory, a slight cough escaping his maw as he walked, he didn't want his clan to get sick because of him, he didn't even admit he was ill, not to himself, not to his mentor and not to his clan. The apprentice soon stopped at the edge of a black, cold and hard path, by then blood was started to emit from his maw, he had to end his own life now or else pain lay ahead. The tom soon found himself shaking, his legs seeming to have a mind of their own as they continued on their path to death. He knew what was coming. He knew...Crash! what only lay now, what only just breathed moments ago was now gone, only what now remains was entrails, blood and more blood, scattered across the pavement.