OOC: This is what my character looks like,
IC:
Barkpaw knew that if he went any further, he would, most likely die, but he had no choice, he was starving, sick and weak. His last battle to be accepted into the clans, was brutal, he was scratched and bruised and most likely had a sprained paw, but he didn't care. He needed someplace to stay and be accepted, It's not his fault that everything he does, most likely ends up as a mistake! He had crossed the Border to Riverclan, hopefully, some kind of patrol would come across him and help him, but he knew he wouldn't be awake for that, for he was beginning to feel the darkness take over, he was going unconscious. All he managed to say were these three words, "Please... Help.... Me...." And he was gone.
