Wandering (Grimmy, private)

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    Blossompaw padded into the forest, away from her apprentice duties. She sat in a seluded place, away from all cats. Or so she thought...

    Chumvi let out a growl as he spotted the juicy she-cat. That would make a good meal for the kits. The chocolate Maine coon circled his prey, his green eyes fierce.

    Blossompaw squealed with terror as she saw the feirce rogue circle her. "Please don't hurt me!" she mewed, feeling like a mouse.

    Chumvi let out a chuckle. Of course. That was what they all say. The chocolate tom charged toward Blossompaw, jaws bared and ready to snap her neck.

    Blossompaw cringed in fear, preparing for the worst. Then fealing jaws clamp around her throat, tighter, tighter... Then nothing.

    Chumvi chuckled at the grim harvest. There would be more food for the Pride. Chumvi picked up the limp body and padded back into the direction of camp.