Very short due to lack of motivation. Sorry

"Water Hemlock. Green or white flowers with petal. Causes writhing, pain, and foaming at the mouth."

Entrails were spilling out of her belly. The once beautiful snow-like Persian had tufts of her glittering ivory fur missing. Her expression was plastered as a permanent snarl, her yellowed-by-age hackles were lifted. Cuts and scrapes were littered around her body, staining her pale fur with crimson. Small tabby hairs huddled on her claws. Evidence. The dried, blacked blood seeped from every orifice. A gaping gash, lather than any others, was cut from top to bottom of her belly. The she-cat's mangled intestines almost covered the cut on her belly. Murder was the only option.

"Foxglove seeds. Tiny, black seeds from the bell-shaped flower of the foxglove plant. Causes paralysis."

Bloodied paws led from the scene and into the woods. Inky spruce trees loomed overhead, blocking out any light that dared to enter. Spiders huddled back in their hollow trunks, afraid of the loud noises. In a small clearing, there laid a motionless brown tabby cat with the most brilliant amber eyes. Three deep claw marks were on his short snout. If it wasn't for his neck bent in an odd position, or the collecting pool of blood underneath his head, it looked like this muscular beast of a cat was sleeping. But he wasn't. His neck, bent so unnaturally in the wrong direction, and the short deep gash in his neck both seeped with blood. Crimson water was running down his nose. His medium-length fur concealed light scratches all caked with blood. And the blood, oh it didn't stop there! On his paws and claws, all four, were the familiar, yet dreaded, thick scarlet water.

"Rosemary. Tall with needle-like leaves and purple flowers. Hides the scent of death."

No scent. No leads. Nothing. One body on the edge of a cliff. The other in the forest. Bloodied paw prints connected them. It was beautiful. A perfect murder.

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"Tideheart! Are you alright?" A large calico with the most stunning ice blue eyes had walked into the gloomy medicine cat den.

"Hazelstar. I didn't see you there. Welcome." Tideheart bit out. Ever since Hazelheart became deputy, she had felt restless. Tideheart's fluffy white pelt fluffed up. "It's a bad time for BlossomClan, Tideheart. Both Cloudtuft and Slatedusk dead! Such a shame..." the deputy trailed off.

The medicine cat snarled. She hated the new deputy. Why did Brackenstar have to die!Hazelheart was appointed deputy two moons ago. She was unusually large for a she-cat and her love interests were... unnatural. It was not secret in the clans that Hazelheart loved Feathersong, a frail she-cat madness not even StarClan would cure.

"Tideheart. You seem, uh, sick. Do you want me to get Onyxstar?" Tideheart stares back expressionless. It was no secret that the medicine cat was sick. Her eyes were vacant and her pelt mattered ever since the deaths.

Without answering, Tideheart leaped at the deputy and quickly slit her throat. She grabbed Hazelheart by the scruff and dragged her to the back of then den, pushing her into a small pond at the back of the cave. She sat down and looked at the dead body slowly sinking to the bottom of the water.

What am I doing?! Tideheart struggles to find the answer. The mediocre cat collapsed in a heaving pile and started sobbing. She stayed on the stony ground for a long time, tears gushing from her eyes. When she felt drained of tears, her eyes drifted to her herb store.

It was a long day. Her mother, brother and deputy dead in the span of a week. And now everyone would know that she killed her brother and Hazelheart. An idea popped into her head as she grabbed three herbs.

Water hemlock

Foxglove seeds

And rosemary

And the fluffy white cat ate them with no hesitation.