He lay there on the ground,injured.
The blood that had once poured from his wound, now coated his legs in a red,sticky mess.
"Won't anybody help me?!" he screamed.
The medicine cat looked at him oddly,"I am helping you."
The tom ignored her words.
No one can help me now. he thought.
He almost found it to be amusing that he,the great warrior Duskclaw,would just simply die because of a battle against ThunderClan.
Rosewhisker,the medicine cat, had finished dressing his wounds.
"Now lean on me,I'll help you to your nest." she said.
He let out a small snort of laughter. Am I really that helpless?
Rosewhisker stared at him oddly again,"I don't see how you can find this funny."
He gazed into her blue eyes,they were so full of hope,as if she truly believed that he could make it.
Duskclaw struggled to lift himself up,every muscle in his body ached,it pained him to move at all. It wasn't long before he collapsed to the ground again.
Well,would you look at that? he thought. I really am helpless.
Rosewhisker let him lean on her and they began slowly making their way out of the medicine cat den.
Duskclaw limped across camp,even when leaning against Rosewhisker, it still hurt.
Suddenly, Duskclaw felt his head growing heavy,and the world around him swirled into blackness.
"Duskclaw! No! Get up!"
He could still here the panicked mews of the medicine cat as he was dying. He didn't even try to hold on to life.
There's to much blood. he thought hopelessly.
I'm going to die.
I guess it's kind of funny, of all the ways I could've died, I would never of expected to go down like this.
And Duskclaw just lay there in dying moment,so hopeless.
And Rosewhisker watched him,so full of hope.
Hope that maybe Duskclaw would survive.
But sadly,the wounds were too deep.
And no medicine cat could help him now.