[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height:70%; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: -2px; font-size: 25px; color: #98AFC7; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px black;][b]IN MY CROWN, I AM KING
♚ -- I love their endless worshiping[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; width: 410px; border-top: 3px dashed; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px; font-family: verdana; line-height:95%; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify;]Brokencrown had picked out his target, a holy being, how sickening, and someone so small and sweet, an easy target really. It was quick, a snap of the neck and a small whimper before Paperkit died. Cutting away at her limbs, the tom strolled through the camp, tossing a paw here, a tongue there, basically throwing out all her organs and limbs except for the head. The kit's head was speared onto a stick and planted in the middle of the camp, her lifeless grey eyes were misty and one was hanging out from the socket. There would be no trances of himself except for his scent, Thunderclan, because of the takeover, but hey, no one needed to know that. Wearing a smirk, the tiger strolled out of the camp, not seen by anyone somehow, yet still in and out and damage done.
OOC;; No one will know it was Broken unless he reveals it please, and it wasn't scent manipulation, he's been staying in Thunderclan for the takeover.
So basically this little guy stole my muse and now I have none for Paper, and instead of letting her sit, I figured she would be better off dead, ^&^ [/fancypost]
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