Whims of Stars

''Her pelt carried scars as Silverpelt shone brightly above, whispering sweet nothings at the fear that was blinding her sight. Her heart was heavier than the downpour in that night; her eyelids were heavier than her feelings, and her paws were slower than a kit's. Darkness was crawling beneath her skin, and she could feel it taking over her whole body. Coughing loudly, the she-cat came to a sudden stop, falling recklessly to the wet, marshy ground. She gave up on her last hope, her body convulsing one more time, before falling limp. ''

Are you willing to follow her life until the end, reader?