A stroll in the park (death topic solo)

She was taking a walk around the territory, contemplating about her life. It seemed so futile to survive now, it seemed like a bore, an endless struggle. She hated these thoughts, pine tree after pine tree. She hated being an apprentice. She stared back at camp, not knowing it would be her final moment alive. The cold seemed to sting at her paws. Maybe when she became a warrior, it would be easier. An apprentice just seemed boring. She knew of her depression, but she tried to hide it.

Hazel heard the crack of the tree, then it fell before it smashed Hazelpaw. She cried, "What's happening! Sablestrike!" She tried to escape the grasp, but the bark fell on her. She felt her limp body go stiff... "StarClan, be with me," she muttered. She felt her blood and breath shortening to their last strands. Her fur prickled one last time. She gave a warm smile for some reason, staring at the moss growing on the ground before her death. Everything went black as she fell into an abyss of darkness. Her body lay there under the tree, the moss seeping against her sides comfortingly. She was smiling in her death - that's all she cared about.