Quickpaw took a moment to lick the blood that was pumping from Ashfoot's wound. Then, he took off towards the lake, washing off blood. He grinned, happy for his first kill.
Sleep well, Ashfoot. He purred, nudging her limp body.
Many will miss you. He dragged her body to the border, leaving it there. In silence, Quickpaw gave one last nod to the body. He turned around, and ran back to the WindClan camp.
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