Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27039035-20160707211412/@comment-27798784-20160726020054

Mousefrost's eyes widened in fear and she ran away, heading for the woods. She bent to take a drink from a stream, then yelped as she felt the water burn her tongue. More acid water. She stood up, not noticing the slippery rocks she was standing on. She fell into the stream, yowling in pain as she tried to scramble out. She crawled out, most of her fur gone and much of her skin burned or melted. She realized that she should have stayed with Flintfang and the other she-cat. Suddenly, she spotted a large golden tom standing over her. "Bye-bye, sweetie," he meowed, his smirking face the last thing she saw before he slit her throat.

Fawnfeather grinned. His first kill. Perfect. He felt a pang of guilt for killing her, then shook his head. She'd fallen in an acid stream. She was gonna die anyways.