heck darkpaw has a warrior name !! and also have a shortstory bout her death (and art)
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the coniferous forest where shadowclan resided was bursting with life. new plants poked up from the lush grass, and wildflowers grew in swathes across the woodland, spotting it purple and yellow and blue. slants of sunlight pierced the canopy, giving everything a peaceful glow.

   among the pines sat darkcloud and her friend, beeflight. they chirped and trilled, gossiping about their clanmates and the weather and everything in between.

   "it's a wonderful day for a walk," purred beeflight, "maybe we should go down to the lake? i'm betting it's warmed up by now."

   "that's all good but," darkcloud paused her sentence to stretch and sit up, "i'd much rather stay here. i can't believe that it's already newleaf, i feel like it was just yesterday i was freezing and huddled up in the den."

   beeflight was about to respond when he suddenly snapped his head around to stare at a spot behind darkcloud, smile dropping and eyes going wide.

   "what is it?" darkcloud murmured, turning to also look behind her.

   a tom, applefur, stood a tail-length away. his body was disturbingly calm, and his jaws were tightly clamped around a sharpened pine stick. his face was emotionless, staring at darkcloud. he didn't even seem to be breathing.

   unease shot through darkcloud like lightning. she was about to speak, when applefur suddenly leaped forward, pinning her down.

   beeflight gave a blood-curdling screech of terror and shock as applefur drove the stick into darkcloud's throat. it pierced her windpipe and tore at the nerves, blood rushing around the wound.

   darkcloud parted her jaws to yowl, but the sound of bubbling blood in the back of her mouth was the only sound. applefur jumped off and fled. beeflight gagged and vomited, the contents of his stomach spraying the grass, before he too ran in fear.

   darkcloud rolled onto her side, jaws still open wide. blood stained her lips and teeth and tongue, spilling from her mouth to color the grass dark red. it also poured from the stab wound, where the stick was still deep in her throat.

   the pain was unbearable, like a billion claws tearing her into shreds. they ripped and sliced, blazing like a fire in her fur. she wanted to scream, to call out for help, to go back to her den and curl up and have sweet dreams of chasing fireflies through the clouds.

   but she only received more of the terrible, terrible pain, before it all ebbed away and she slipped into the next world.