This is after Beakpaw saw Crowstripe and Streamclaw fucking with each-other.
Beakpaw entered the camp, stunned into silence with a rabbit dangling in his jaws. If I am going to try this, I'm going to need a she-cat, he thought about asking Mothfur or Spottedpelt, but they would say no, because he was no more than an apprentice. His eyes lit up as he thought of an idea, or a she-kit! He dropped the kill in the fresh kill pile, then padded over to the nursery. Snaketail laid with her three kits, almost apprentices, playing around her. Snaketail was fast asleep, and she three kits were running all around the den. He watched the three she-kits for a moment, trying to decide which one he would chose. Firekit has a bad temper, so not her, and Icekit tells everything to Snaketail 'cause she talks to much, but Woodkit is the shy kit, she would be perfect to try it on! He padded over to Woodkit and bent down, whispering in her ear. "Do you want to try something, its something you do when your an apprentice?" She purred and turned to him, "What about Firekit and Icekit, will they be there to?"
"No, I can only take one at a time, but before I take you, you have to promise not to tell anyone." She nodded, promising to keep silent, as her eyes twinkled. He flicked her chin with his tail, motioning her to follow him. They padded into the clearing, and he took her to the back, where his secret way out was. No cat had been there, and if they were quick enough, no cat would notice they were missing either. They left the camp and padded the opposite direction from the river and field, with the slightly-smaller kit by his side. His fur tingled with excitement as her imaging her sucking on his sheath. They padded to the Swampclan border, stopping a few tail-lengths away. He stopped and looked around, spotting a small hollow between two trees that would easily hide to fill grown warriors.
"Here, get in the hollow, Woodkit." His voice was stern, but not to aggressive. She shuddered from the tone and leapt down into the large hollow, hidden by roots. He leapt down next to her and meowed to her, making her promise. "Promise you won't tell ANYCAT?" She nodded, then asked, "Why are we here?" She looked around the hollow, looking away from him. Immediately, he sprang onto the kit, wrapping his paws between her back legs, and thrust his small cock into her pussy. "What are you doing to me?" She screetched at him as her silenced her by another groan of agony. "Beakpaw! Stop it!" She hissed at him, trying and failing to escape his strong grasp. He bit down on her scruff, holding he in place, while his penis grew almost twice its size once inside of her.
He hit her good spot and she moaned it pleasure, trying not to focus on the pain. "Talk dirty to me," he recalled Crowstripe hissing that at Streamclaw, so he hissed it at Woodkit. "I don't know how!" She meowed to him in between groans of pleasure. "Try to!"
"I don't even know what we are doing!" He thrust harder into her core, making her vagina rip and spill blood all over his penis. "I have seen warriors doing it. Some call it mating, some call it fucking." He hissed quietly in her ear as her wail interupted him. "Fuck me as hard as you can Beakpaw! I wan't to stay with you like this forever!" He smiled as her pussy grew tighter around his dick, which was way to big for her small pussy. "Good!" He hissed at her before sliding it out of her and spinning around her and shoving it into her mouth. He shoved it down her throat as the warm liquid came out and gagged her. She spat it out, screetching in fury at him for raping her. He shoved it farther into her mouth and down her throat, silencing her. She stopped sucking, so he sank his claws into her back and yowled at her, "Suck harder!" She obeyed in pain and began sucking hard on his large penis. He thrust forward again, shoving it farther down the kit's throat. He humped her for a few moments before removing his cock and licking the cum off of the muzzle.
"You can't tell anyone! You promised you never would." She stared in horror at him before nodding, and together they padded back to camp, intertwining their tails together, and you could barely hear Beakpaw purr under his breath to her before entering the camp from the backway, "Thank you Woodkit, I love you."