Death by angry snek

Without even realizing it, Mosspaw pressed herself into Leopardstar's size, taking comfort in his presence. Her sobs weakened into an almost hiccuping state as he comforted her, and she nodded slightly at his words. "I... I twisted my paw... At the top of the ravine... I can... Get home... What about...?" She choked out as the shuddering sobs wracked her frame, her question trailing. The meaning was clear, but she couldn't bear to say it. She voiced no complaints, simply limped over past Dewpaw's body and picked up the small collection of herbs numbly, and turned to follow the leader back to camp quietly, tears occasionally tracing their way through the fur on her cheeks. If only Flintfang was home....