I unsheathe my claws and leap at the killer fox. Killer. That fox destroyed our gang. So I need to get rid of that fox. I dig my claws into the fox's neck, breaking the skin. Blood gushes out of the wound. The fox let's out some kind of a howl and shakes me off. I land on the soft, mossy ground and before you can say 'mouse' I'm on him again. I go for his neck again, pressing my claws farther in. The fox starts to stumble around. He's almost dead. Finally, he's gone.
