Leafpool's Meal (Vore)

Leafpool's Meal

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Leafpool began to tread through the thick undergrowth in search of some useful materials that would be reliable for the medicine den. Earlier that morning, Shadowclan had been stealing prey from their territory and it seemed that there would be no hope for Thunderclan camp as they slowly went into starvation. A wave of hunger washed over Leafpool the more she thought about the situation they were going through. On the way, she searched for a shrew or at least a measily mouse scuffling under the ferns. With no luck, an empty stomach, and no herbs to be found, she headed back towards camp. Trekking through the fronds of grass and under the thick pines, she could detect the faint scent of Shadowclan. Those crowfood eaters don't know when to give up! Leafpool thought angrily. Leafpool followed the scent trail, pure rage flaring up inside of her. There, she spotted two Shadowclan warriors feasting on a plump vole. Stealthily, she went into hunter's crouch and waited till they were distracted. Without making a sound, she pounced on one of the mottled tortiseshell tom's shoulders, dragging her claws down his back. The Shadowclan warrior Leafpool had attacked scrambled on the earth's crust, trying to get out of her grip, while the other ran away from the situation and went to get help. Pinning the smaller warrior down, her stomach gurgled. Hunger soon took over her, and she opened her gaping jaws, while the Shadowclan warrior's head was lying on her tongue. The warriors weak body slid down her throat, the sticky saliva coating his fur. The cold and wet feeling of going down her esophogas was then met with a warm and liquid surrounding as he landed in the thickening walls of her stomach. Acknowledging the fact that the other warrior was attempting to get backup, dragging her plump and large gut, as quickly as she could, she moved away from the scene. Finally, finding a safe and hidden spot deep in the forest, instead of a feeling of satisfaction taking over her, it was more of a painful experience. She lay down, digging her claws on the hard earth floor in agony as a painful spasm ran down her gurgling belly. She spread out on the ground, gritting her teeth together as a wave of pain and movement surrounded her belly. Her prey was restless, squirming and wiggling, trying to find any chance of exit. Her belly began to moan and gurgle, her stomach slowly digesting her prey. Her stomach fluids washed her prey, the acid stinging every part of him. As her belly began to digest, it started to calm her down and it became a more soothing experience. Her churning and large belly sticking outwardly, she let out a loud belch as she closed her eyes and drifted into a deep and comfortable sleep.