(sorry im going to have to quit this roleplay it's moving too fast i have no idea what's going on. so let's say adderstrike died, maybe let me add a little bit of drama before i leave)
adderstrike headed out of camp, sniffing the air to see if there was any prey around him. he saw a plump squirrel sitting on the ground in front of him and he quickly dropped in a low hunters crouch. he creeped forward slowly, but a bird flew past him and the squirrel, startled, darted up a tree. determined not to let his prey get away so easily, adderstrike gave chase and followed it up a tall tree, manouvering up the branches with great ease and agility. soon he had got to the top of the tree. he narrowed his eyes at the squirrel who was trying to escape down a narrow branch, but it had no where to run now. growling, he gripped onto the branch and inched forward to catch the squirrel. out of the corner of the eye, he noticed how high up he was. if he fell from this height he would surely break his leg but he was so close to catching the squirrel that he continued. suddenly there was a sharp crack and before adderstrike had enough time to react, the branch snapped and he was plummeting to the ground. he hit the forest floor below and felt a sharp pain so intense that he nearly blacked out, dark spots threatening to overtake his senses. he used all the strength he could muster to slowly drag himself back to camp. luckily, camp wasn't so far away. he limped into the clearing and crumpled to the ground, his wide eyes still open as a pool of crimson began to form around his broken body. he knew then that he had no more hope of being saved and soon his last breath had left him.