A sleek flash of grey darted across Hailpaws vision as something landed on him. Not something, someone. He hissed and through his attacker off, growling lowly at Moonpaw who stood before him, her blue eyes darting around, bloodshot. Once again, she lunged for him, this time her claws unsheathed as she began shredding at his chest, crimson bubbling up and spilling into the dirt under the young cat. He choked on his blood for a brief moment, yowling out in pain before gripping her neck with unsheathed claws, driving his hooked claws further into her neck.

Further.

Deeper.

The she-cat yowled in protest, falling off him as a pool of blood engulfed her body, her white pelt matted with the thick substance. He growled and took a step towards the fallen apprentice, placing an unsheathed paw on her chest and driving it on towards her heart until you couldn't see his claws anymore. He then slowly began dragging then downwards, blood gushing from her wounds as her eyes became glazed over.

She was dead.

But he didn't care.

He kept slowly sliding his stained claws down her chest, over her thigh until he got to her paw, clenching his teeth before gripping her shin in his mouth, snapping the bone to the point where the ivory bone stuck out of her leg, covered in blood. The apprentice took a step back and admired his work, she didn't look like the same apprentice.

Good.