The gray leader lay her fluffy tail over her dainty paws, watching over her Clan.  Blossomstar unsheathed her claws, stretching them out. She could imagine the blood of the wiry black she-cat spill out on to the forest floor, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. Blossomstar licked her jaws, curling her lip in pleasure.

"Blossomstar!"

The cat who's name was called jumped, her neck fur prickling. She looked down to see a ginger and white tom staring back up at her. "Should I begin to plan patrols?" the deputy purred, tilting his head sideways in question.

Her soft blue eyes gazed towards him. "Yes," she murmured, lost in thought. The ginger and white cat started calling out names, beckoning warriors and apprentices with a wave of his tail. But Blossomstar payed no attention. She imagined sinking her teeth into every WindClan cat's flesh, one by one. Hearing their screams of pain and agony. She relished the thought of their blood staining the grass as she watched the life seep out of their once bright eyes.

She thought of the WindClan leader, Softstar, ripped to shreds, begging for mercy. Blossomstar's tail curled. She wanted to see the light leave the small brown she-cat's bright yellow eyes. 

The leader's blood-thirsty mind was interrupted by a soft meow. "Blossomstar?"

Blossomstar hisses. "What now?" she snaps, angered that she couldn't day-dream about WindClan's destruction. Rainpaw stood below the large rock, eyes stretched to the size of moons. 

"How are you coping with Redstripe's death?"

A pang of grief hit the gray she-cat's twisted heart. She hadn't thought about the gentle ginger tom-- she had immediately began to plot the obliteration of their neighbors who lived on the moor. "I'm fine. Go and train, Rainpaw."

"I wanted to talk to you about that," Rainpaw's mentor interrupted his apprentice. The sleek tabby tom's eyes were narrowed. "I believe Rainpaw is ready for her final assessment."

Blossomstar nods. "Right, of course. It will begin tomorrow." 

Rainpaw flicked a striped ear. "Are you sure you're alright? You're acting stran--"

The elder cat on top of the rock hissed at the younger one. "I'm fine!" she snapped. "Get out of camp, and catch enough prey to feed the elders and the queens!"

The gray tabby she-cat flattened her ears, and Thornpelt, her mentor, let his mouth part in shock. "Y-yes, Blossomstar," the apprentice murmured, then lowered her head, trotting away. Thornpelt's pupils turned to slits as he looked to Rainpaw and then the leader.

"She was just trying to help," he growled in a low voice, then padded out of camp to meet his apprentice. 

Blossomstar huffed, and rolled her eyes. She crouched, ready to leap down, when a yowl pierced her pointed ears.

"Blackspot is having her kits! Where is the medicine cat?"