The Rabbit And The Gorge (Death Topic, OPEN)

Rabbitpaw approached the gorge, carefully. A rabbit was dangling from her jaws, proof she had been out hunting. On her first patrol with Smokepelt, he had told her about how many warriors have died there, slipping and falling. Her wish to please the warrior had kept her away, but now that she was getting older and more reckless, her curiosity made her wish to see what really killed so many cats. The she-cat let the rabbit down on the edge, then peeked over. Dizziness clutched her and she took a few steps back before returning back to look.

That was all she did. The rock she was sitting on slipped with a terrible noise, and she only had time to look at the rabbit she had let on the rock before she slipped, along with the rock and into the gorge. A thunderous noise rang as she sank in the water and the rock sank above her, crushing her body undetneath.

Then it was all silence, the rabbit's fur ruffled by the passing wind.