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Originally Posted by poppy
Brackenfire spat out a mouthful of crimson, grimacing at the taste as staring down at the dying cat. Reaching forward to attempt to raise her paw over the cat's throat, she stared down at them menacingly. "And you can too. I've heard hell is nice and toasty this time of year." Raising her paw, she attempted to rake it down the cat's throat in a final, killing blow.
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Pebblefur barely reacted to the slash to her throat. Life faded from her eyes and she stared blankly ahead, not seeing anything. She was dead. But was it worth it? Probably in the knowings of this cat . . .
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