Now, before you read, I didn't actually write this chapter. It was written by the amazing @warriors_fanfics! Thank you again for helping me, Breeze :)

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The small grey she cat trotted happily in her territory. It was a beautiful day. Maybe she would hunt, maybe she'd just sunbathe. She smiled and sat down to sun herself. The warm glow of the sun felt nice on her fur.

Her head slumped slightly as she fell half asleep and soon she was dreaming of catching butterflies in an everlasting moorland. She was awoken by her dream by a loud snarl. She looked up with a start to see a cat.

"Y-you're not Lightclan!" She stood up and backed away from the brown tom. "Get back on your side, Magiclan scum!"

The tom chuckled, his green eyes bore into her, making her shiver. "Brave words for a kit." He purred.

"I'm not a kit!" Waterpaw squeaked defiantly.

The tom advanced on her and quickly pinned her down. "Get off me!" She yowled.

The tom grinned and raked his claws down her side. Tears welled up in Waterpaw's eyes. "Mumma!" She yowled desperately. No one could hear her calls.

She wailed as the tom dug his claws into her sides and raked his claws down her small body. Tears ran down her face as the tom ripped at her flesh. "Stop!" She yowled desperately.

"Shut up!" The tom spat.

She fell silent and the tom smiled sweetly at her. "Such a small pathetic kit." He purred.

His grin deepened and he raked his claws across her eyes. Waterpaw screeched in agony, tears flowing freely from her sightless eyes. "Please let me go." She sobbed. "I didn't do anything wrong. I don't want to die!"

The tom grabbed her by the scruff and roughly threw her across the clearing. She swiped wildly at the direction she thought the tom was in. Regretting it when she felt teeth in her paw. The tom bit down, savagely twisting Waterpaw's paw.

"Please! I want my warrior name!" She cried out.

"Shut up you worthless apprentice!" Spat the tom. He finally got bored of his game and slashed his claws across Waterpaw's throat.

The tiny she cat let out a shocked sob and a choked gasp. Blood filled up her lungs. She gargled on the dark red blood. She was drowning on her own blood.

She writhed around in sheer agony, willing the end to come quickly. An onslaught of tears ran down her face. Her lungs burned, desperate for oxygen.

She finally went limp after a full minute of agonised struggles. The light faded from her blind eyes and the body stilled, jerking and twitching every so often.

Waterpaw was dead.

"Easy prey for Rabbitclaw." The tom purred, he grabbed her scruff again, swinging her corpse around with such force that her neck snapped. He tossed her body on the Lightclan side of the border and cleaned the blood from his paws. He walked off, leaving her for the foxes or a patrol. Whichever came first. He didn't care.

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