Snowkit had been bored for a while now. It didn't help, what the warriors were offering- like, carry some herbs? Ew, no! The taste of them got stuck on your mouth for hours. She wasn't sick. Why were the warriors making such a big deal about it? The young kit had gotten so annoyed, she snuck out of camp. The warriors and apprentices were too busy prancing around like life sucked to ever notice her. Snapping back into the present, Snowkit glanced down at the gorge. "Woah," she murmured. It was a huge chasm that would probably kill her if she stepped a bit closer to it. But she couldn't resist. She craned her neck out a bit more, and her jaw fell open. Although most cats probably would dismiss the gorge as a death trap, Snowkit couldn't help but think it was beautiful. She took a step forwards.
Curiosity had indeed been what killed the cat. Snowkit's desire to feel the water was what had driven her to take that tiny step forwards. And it was a tiny slip of her foot, and down she went. Down, down, down, until her body was nothing, lying there on the rocks of the gorge. Snowkit's mind was still there. It didn't register pain. It thought of the feeling of flying through the air, wind streaming through her fur- it thought of that. She thought of that. She loved it. I'll always be WindClan, even in StarClan. The kit let out a peaceful sigh, and relaxed, her spirit eventually wandering up towards the stars.
