[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 350px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px;]"Like Raven said, you didn't have to eat him. Explain that."
The normally calm and soft spoken female found her ivory paws carrying her over as she stopped at a good distance, not interested in getting any closer to all the blood; blood that seemed to have a distinct scent in which she didn't like the least bit. And the taste of that feline? It must've been awful although she was sure Seafoam would think differently about that. So much stuff was going on, it seemed, and all of it was weird.
All of it caused her to be stuck in a feeling of disbelief.
Why would he eat someone? A rogue or not. It was cannibalism, she knew of course, but why? That was the only question that seemed to echo in her head, that one word the only thing she felt like knowing the answer to. There was a part that caused her to want to ask it again and again as if interrogating the male because she wanted that said answer right now. She needed an explanation for this before she threw up, because she swore she was going to as she lifted a paw, placing it to her mouth.
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