Owlfeather's death

Owlfeather walked down the cliff, his eyes focused in a sparrow. </i>That should feed the elders...</i> he thought. He walked slower and slower in each step. He didn't want to scare it, he wanted to show his clan that he was strong, that he was a normal cat.

A rocky noise sounded behind. He didn't move, but the sparrow fled away. Mouse dung! he tried to leap, but jumping in the edge of the precipice wasn't an intelligent idea. He turned towards the rocks behind and growled. Who is enough mouse brained to scarce the prey like that?. But then hois mind changed. He, was the prey.
He looked towards the brown bobcat, that groling and snarling walked towards him.
"Grrrrrnrrr!" he tried to yowl for help, but anyone could hear him, he couldn't even hear himself.
Starclan, help me! he cried.

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He felt the hard rock under him. His mouth had a metalic taste of blood. His right eye was covered with blood and he couldn't see. He tried to wake up, but he couldn't feel his own body. He moved his neck up hardly, and saw the cliff.

I have fallen off... he thought. A body was next to him. The bobcat had fallen too. But this was too small for a bobcat. It's a kit! He tried to move, but his legs were broken and his back too. His sight started to grow darker and darker. I have saved my clan he moved his lips, trying to say his last words. "I-I lof u, Blathepool..." he smiled sadly while the life was running out of his body. He had spoken! He had spoken!
He vomited blood from his mouth and trembled hard. His sight became dark, and his eyes were lifeless. I love you, my beautiful forest princess he closed his eyes and relaxed his head. Owlfeather was dead.