Some things stay broken... [Closed]

Brokenkit padded out of the nursery, he breathed in the scents of the fresh running river and the forest. He had a plan to sneak out camp, he looked around and darted off to escape.

Entering the forest he sat down on a small rock and sighed, his whiskers twitched as he watched the scenery.

Lionpaw was alone, like she liked it. And saw the kit. Brokenkit. The little kit was annoying as a leach, as she had been an issue for Lionpaw when she was still a little kit. The rush she felt when stalking her prey swirled through her. She remembered the taste of Pinepaw's blood, rushing into her mouth. Her stomach rumbled and her eyes narrowed in determination.

OoC; One more post?

OOC: Ya this death should be pretty short

Brokenkit turned his head but had saw nothing but a bit of fur, he continued to admire the forest.

In a great, unnecesary leap, Lionpaw was up on the rock next to the kit. She towered over him in pure size. A cruel smile crossed her lips and pure happiness blazed in Lionpaw's eyes. Lionpaw swooped down, taking up the kit in one strong motion. Blood from the kit's neck seeped into her mouth, tantalizingly amazing on her tongue. With each passing second, she squeazed and squeazed until she heard a sastisfying crunch as Brokenkit went limp. With a muffled purr, she turned to the nearby river which was swollen and rushing from the recent melting slow. With a plop like she was discarding rotten kill, the dead kit was sent away in a swirling mass of water.