[The Kitty.]

// @Slushie @Zesty Mango

Goslingkit could feel the pull of a frown tugging at her lips as from the corner of her eye she could see her father fumble clumsily back. Upon hearing his over-shoulder call, she uttered a low and deep growl. "But - but the blood! It's good. Why aren't you proud? Oh! Do you want some?" But before she could begin the journey of 'Get Successfully to Your Paws,' a pudgy white forepaw had maneuvered her limb into her maw. Now, what the... What in the name of Satan's Haven was that moron doing?

The black tortoiseshell's orange eyes fluttered contentedly shut as a warm trickle of blood began its way down her throat. Then, another few trickles. And some more. Eventually it felt as though a whole glob of the sweet red liquid had started down her pharynx, and, in all honesty, Goslingkit couldn't have cared less: she enjoyed the flavour, enjoyed the overall concept of drinking the sticky fluid. In fact, she absolutely relished it. The kit's jaws expanded wide on a yawn as she continued to permit droplets of blood down her throat, a hellish smirk curving the edges of her muzzle.