who do you think (death) you are

Cherrypaw cast out her super senses, making sure that no cat was around. She turned invisible and raced silently out of camp. Her x-ray vision kept flashing on and off. She held back a frustrated yowl as she ran. She was sick of her powers. She was sick of this life. She ran faster and faster. Finally, she reached the tree. It was tall and would be easy to climb. She heaved herself up and up and up until finally, she reached the top. She stood on a very thin branch, and it tipped slightly under her weight. She was thin, so it wouldn't break. She shifted her weight a bit and the branch wobbled. She clung on with her claws, looking down at the ground below. She could see the camp from here, a few tiny dots moving around. She wondered if Cheesepaw was one of them. She shook her head. She couldn't think of him. That would just make this harder. She took a deep breath and leaped into the air. She plummeted down, the tips of branches just inches from her face. She closed her eyes and felt the wind in her fur, the last memory she would ever have. She opened one eye and saw the ground rocketing towards her. She closed both eyes again and let her tiny body strike the hard ground. She lay there, splayed out at awkward angles, not a single part of her moving. This wasn't Cherrypaw. This was a different cat, a cat driven insane by her powers, a cat who could not control herself. A cat who had forced her life to end.