A Pawstep Away From Death [Open!]

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    Sinkit padded slowly towards the gorge, leaving the clan had given him the freedom he desired.
    He'd decided to wander around for a while before heading to the local loner grounds.
    Closing his eyes he took in a large breath of the scents around him.
    His eyes still closed he padded dangerously closer to the large drop ahead.


    He opened his eyes, of course as the ground began to crumble away at his paws.
    He hissed in fury and shock as he felt him self slip over the edge, turning, he scrabbled wildly for the edge.
    Feeling his claws sink into the earth he let out a sigh of relief, he attempted to pull himself up, only to find the height to high to pull himself up.
    He growled something rude as he felt yet more of the clay-like rock disappear from is back-pawhold.

    Spike purred with delight. Unsheathing his white bloody claws he stood on the dark side of the forest, ready for his prey to be killed.

    Sinkit let out a yowl.
    "Don't just stand there!" He called "Some help would be nice!"


    OOC: unless you read my other thread about this, I want him thrown off ;)

    occ: I read it. You like Lion King apparently. ;D


    ic: Spike unveiled his pure white coat from the shadows, walking slowly to the kit. But on his coat was blood, smeared from the tip of his nose all the way to the tip of his tail. He grinned at the cat. "Do you fear death, young one?" Spike asked, reveiling his white glistening fangs.

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    Sinkits back paws scrambled at the gorge face for a moment.
    "One," he started with this same point all the time it seemed "I'm not a kit, I'm 7 moons. And two no, I don't fear death, I'm just not to keen on it just yet."


    OOC: Yep :D
    And I must say, I love the sound of your cat :o

    occ: I figure you would. ;D


    occ: Spike sneered,"Well, have fun in the Dark Forest."

    OOC: lol, was just thinking then that I could imagine Sinkit as Spikes 'side-kik' XD


    IC; Sinkit looked at the strange cat in shock "What?!" He growled,

    occ: yeah that would be amazing


    ic: Spike hooked the kit by its paws,"Say good-bye."

    OOC; lol, Yep.


    IC: Sinkit hissed and spat at the tom trying to reclaim a paw so he could bat at the toms face, but his effets were hopeless.
    Hisfate now lay with this deranged, yet interesting tom...

    Unsheathing his claws he pushed the kit backwards until he knew that the kit would fall and drown to his death.

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    Sinkit feel backwards.
    To him it was like slow motion, but in reality it was over before it had began.
    His life flashed before his eyes as his legs dangled helplessly above him as he plummeted down towards the sharp stone and rushing water below.
    He let out a short yowl of fury just before his tiny frame hit the jagged rocks and was swept down the waters....