The horror and death of a Healer

[Loki]

Glaciercloud padded slowly across the clearing. Moss was springy under paw.Horsetail and Cat mint grew wildly around the dense thicket along with wild mushrooms and orchids. Warriors will never notice the true beauty of
the forest, she thought happily. The sun glinted through the dense thicket and she studied a clump of herbs growning steadily. "I'll have to get one of the apprentices to water you later," she mewed to the plant.
But then there was an odd call. She looked up, startled.
"A bird? no..." She padded forward to have a look around.
for a moment there was nothing.
A sharp searing pain clashed with her side and she let out a howl of pain.
She collapsed as blood dripped from her nose and mouth.
in her side was a long wooden stick, and tached to its tail were feathers and on the other side which had gone
straight through her lungs and back out again was a sharp triangular rock. She sqeaked with terror.
a small twoled holding a shafte accompanied by an adult two leg peered from behing a holly bush.
She felt her back legs give a jolt and she realised with a blast of defiance that she was dying.
"NO!" she howled.
Lokistar or no other warriors weren't going to save her this time. She heard the smaller two leg cry out
in glee as he realised he'd got her. He trotted over and picked out his stick and poking her with triumph
glittering in those ugly eyes...