Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27039035-20160707211412/@comment-33008190-20160710225737

Striker left the other cat to kill the weak she-cat and padded off.

He found another not paying attention while hiding feebly in a bush.

He ran over, snarling, and expected to crash into her with a killing impact.

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Flicker screamed, putting on her first bout of strength and rebellion, leaping out blindly.

She jumped straight at him, into his outstretched claws and it threw him backwards. Her whole throat was ripped open by the sudden impact and Striker's class were torn.

But that wasn't what was killing him.

He expected to land on soft, lush grass with the dead she-cat beside him.

It felt like a wet fire, burning away and his back and eating him hungrily.

He leaped up, screaming "AAAAAAAAAAGH!" The fur covering his spine and back was simmered away, and now the everlasting pain was chomping at his skin.

He was rolling on the ground, writhing and lasting and trying to get away from the acidic water.

But when it ate deep enough into the bone, boiling up the blood that was pouring out, Striker took his last scream and fell over, dead.

(Yup I'm leaving the HG roleplay. Have fun guys!)