But I'm too young to die

Robinflight had been in the medicine cat's den for days. The world still went on outside, hardly noticing her absence. She wished she could go out there and be the warrior her Clan needed her to be, especially in these days that were surely leading up to war, but she was in terrible condition. She'd been inflicted with poor balance and vision since the rock slide all those sunrises ago, so it wasn't like the calico could do much for ThunderClan anyway. The part of her head that had been bashed by a boulder was pounding brutally. The very light flooding into her eyes from the outside was enough to cause pain, so she squeezed them shut and attempted to cover her muzzle with her paws. Movement hurt as well. Suddenly, all of the muscles in her body felt weak. Starting up in panic, she realized that it was becoming extremely difficult to move, even slightly. Kneading the ground with her claws was a challenge. The world around Robinflight began to spin and the herbs that were stacked in neat piles seemed to be moving all around. Where is Nightfire when I need him?! The warrior's head was growing lighter with each passing heartbeat. Her amber eyes rolled and her eyelids closed. Her muzzle met the ground and stayed there, not a sign of life left.