His eyes opened, and he bolted out of camp, sniffing for any scent of his leader, his great grandmother, his intended victim. He got a whiff and...

 Shimmerstar! And...Hope.

Seeing the she-cat close by, his eyes narrowed in anger, but he forced himself not to attack her. I need a cat to blame. She'll be my victim too, soon. Well, I have to disguise my scent. And roll in the dirt again. 

"Hope!" he meowed quietly, getting close to her.

"Yes?" she asked.

"There's a beautiful lavender patch! Let's roll in it.

He rolled in a patch of lavender and padded forward as Hope did the same.

He crept up on Shimmerstar, pouncing on her, and biting her throat, placed a paw over her. 

"It's over for you," he growled.

She coughed, "I always knew you and your siblings were a traitor."

He rolled in the dirt and grabbed Hope's scruff, dragging her back to camp.