a frost death

FrostFeather left camp to sad to get anything done. She sighed and kept walking. She was now really skinny and it took everything she had to walk. FrostFeather sniffed the air but he smell has gotten worse and she couldn't smell anything beside she the forest floor. She heard a russle in the woods then it was to late. The last thing she saw was a orange blur then she fell to the ground bleeding. Her breaths came harsh and she tried to stay alive but she knew it was her time to join starclan and Echofall. She caught a movement in the bushes and remembered the familiar pelt. "wi..willowpaw...is..that..you..?" she asked choking on blood.

Willowpaw ran up to the gaunt she-cat. "Frostfeather, no... You should have gone with someone else... The fox is gone, you'll be alright... I'll get you to Featherlight and you'll be okay." He quickly took the scruff of her and started to pull her towards camp.

She coughed some more. "no...*cough*...it's..my..time..to..join..Echofall.." she said and with her last strength tugged free of willowpaw's grasp.

Willowpaw's face fell. "No..." He licked her as she began to grow cold. Another warrior had been lost.

-now dead-

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