What is this? [OPEN]

Wildfire hacked horribly and curled up in pain, claws extended and in a pool of her own blood. The tattered ruins that used to be her stomach left open for all to see. Why was she still in pain? What was happening? She was dead, wasn't she? Panic filled her eyes as she looked around. The air hung heavy in her lungs, sticking to them as if she were taking in a breath full of marsh water. There was a feeling of eyes on her, judging her. She knew them to be Hawkpaw's from the distance but she never saw the starry cat. Or any stars. Anything at all really. Aside from the scratches and torn open stomach, she still had the blood from Rainpaw's face staining her paw. It didn't go away even after rigorous grooming. In fact, it seemed to soak further into her fur, dripping from her claws as a cruel reminder of what she had done. The worst thing was the fact that she was painfully away of the way her ripped belly was capable of feeling. She couldn't believe such a thing to be possible. Her agony forced her to hunch over after she had finally gotten to her paws. Claws dug into the dirt and she let out a roar of frustration. Why wouldn't the pain dull?! Why wouldn't it ebb away? It sat as a constant fire burning. The pain didn't raise or lower. It remained the same as if stuck in time. She could feel the claws still stuck in every wound. Staggering, she forced herself to stand again, faltering and curling up on her side. What was happening to her?