Ashkit crept silently along by the patrol. Fools! They should have noticed me!
Her plan was basic. She was to follow the patrol, then attack with stealth and win for them.
After a while of crounching, Ashkit reached the border, watching as every cat but Sharpstar and Snowwater hid. Ah, make ThunderClan think they've won via numbers...
Evantually, a patrol of a black tom, a brown she-cat with a yellow toe, a grey apprentice and a white she-cat appeared.
"Greetings, Warhero, Suntoe, Jaypaw and Fishripple,"Sharpstar dipped his head.
"What are you doing in our territory?" The brown one-Suntoe- spat.
"Can we fight them?"Jaypaw growled.
"I come in peace!"Sharpstar exclaimed,"I would like to kindly ask you for this territory,"
"What?"Fishripple unsheathed her claws.
"Did you think we'd just give it to you?"Warhero inspected.
"Actually, no,"as Sharpstar spoke, his patrol emerged behind him,"I wanted peace...but I won't have it,"
Ashkit watched the beauty in front of her. Her vision swam with delight; it was... glorious!
Blood flew, shrieks echoed. Their screams soothed her. A tuft of Jaypaw's fur landed in front of her. Ashkit smiled.
This feels good.
In satisfaction, she watched as Fishripple's claws sliced through Heatface's neck. She knew that she should have despaired to see her Clanmate suffering, but she felt only happiness that the cat who she had felt hated and betrayed by was dying.

My Clanmates will thank me...
Ashkit lunged forward to Fishripple's throat. The white cat wasn't wounded, yet as she bit down on her, she let out a choking screech.
"Shush, my first victim. We wouldn't want to alert anyone,"she whispered.
As Suntoe's gaze turned to her, Ashkit lept into the bushes, and sprinted back to camp. She took notice of Suntoe's scream,"Fishripple is dead! Retreat!"
She bounded rapidly, hoping to get back to camp quickly.
"Where've you been?"Bigkit asked.
"None of your business!"she bashed Bigkit on the nose, claws unsheathed.
"Ow!"Bigkit yelped. Ha.
Sharpstar and the parade plodded into camp, tails and heads low.
"Did we win?"Spongestorm called after a moment.
"Yes, we did,"Sharpstar snapped,
"B...but..."
His warriors parted to reveal a bloody, broken brown lump.
"Heatface!"Braidkit wailed.
"No! No! No!" Bigkit rushed over to lick her mother.
Ashkit glared at Braidkit. Braidkit... you hardly deserved this. You have anger, so you are strong. Her glance travelled to Bigkit. But you deserved this. You are weak, puny and soft because you care.
"There's something else,"Sharpstar's voice was hollow; he didn't try to contain his sorrow,"During the battle, the warrior Fishripple was killed. Who was it?"
This is what I've waited for.
The party shot each other curious, uneasy stares.
Ashkit padded foward,"Fishripple killed Heatface,"she declared.
"How would you kn-know?" Sharpstar questioned.
"I followed you,"she admitted wothout a trace of guilt,"And before you accuse me, yes, I killed Fishripple,"