Snailkit let out a screech of terror as he fell back onto his baby chub.
The sounds, oh Starclan, the sounds!
Bright red blood, he could see it now, forever scarring the kittens eyes with such a vision of terror but there was nowhere to go,
Snailkit knew what was going to happen, he knew it. Could he stop it? Maybe!
He charged, aiming to slam his entire weight into the jaw of the elder, luckily for Snailkit he was on the thicker side of life, but how would that fair against a literal cannibal?
"L-L-LET HIM G-GO!" he would wailed, a pitiful war cry.
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