Just a normal day.

[emmathepiemonsterb]

Slashingblade stubbornly walked up to a large murky green bush, chances were that there was a rabbit in it, so he raised his rightpaw about halfway, then swatted down on the bush with great force. Nothing. He shifted his head behind him, there were no cats "Spying" On him... So far.
Slashingblade shook his mainly brown pelt, then stalked over to a larger bush, lifted his left paw up all the way, then quickly swatted his paw down, he felt some furry thing move between his claws. "I hope its a kit..." He thought, he had bloodlust and wanted to kill almost any kit he saw.
Carefully dragging out the furry thing, a smile spread on his face, but vanished as it was only a white furred rabbit.

[Windpelt]

Darkpaw followed a little way behind Slashingblade. Here was his chance to see a warrior in action; hunting. He was cautious not to be seen or heard. He knew Slashingblade had a violent temper and he didn't want to cross him the wrong way by making him think he was spying on him. But, surely.. he couldn't be in too much danger; he was one of his clan mates, after all !

He crept carefully along, keeping to the patches of shade and darting behind bushes whenever he could. The sun was out already promising a warm day, and all around him, he could he the cicadas. They filled his head with an endless buzzing that made him stop and shake himself, repeatedly. He lost concentration and leaned against a small shrub, which gave way under his weight, slight as it was. He cursed, silently annoyed with himself for making such a stupid mistake. They were just cicadas, deal with it. He told himself sternly. He thought he saw Slashingblade pause up ahead and lay as still as he could, his gray pelt perhaps only looking like an unusual shadow.

He saw the warrior stop and pounce, catching something and then bringing it out from underneath a bush. His eyes grew wide with fear.. had Slashingblade caught a kit ? He could see it already.. its eyes wide and blank, legs crumpled underneath from the killing blow. There would be a trickle of blood running from its mouth.. Darkpaw opened his eyes. It was just a rabbit. He heaved a sigh of relief. He decided to make his move. 'Hey! Nice day, right ?' He mewed friendly and confident for one of his age and size.

[emmathepiemonsterb]

Slashingblade turned almost instantly to Darkpaw. "What are you doing here?" He growled, harsly, showing his temper that could be lost almost instantly.
Slightly unsheathing his claws, he kept them hidden but fixed his intimidating glare at Darkpaw.
"Now... Just give me a good reason why you were watching me" He said, his pelt swaying in the wind.
He sheathed one of his paws and slowly pushed Darkpaw away, ready to start hunting again.
Slashingblade heard a small whimper from under a bush, he quickly unsheathed his paws and blew it over, it was only a small fox. Not a kit. Oh well.
He bolted away to a bush far away, a tiny loner kit stood there, but ran away instantly, slashingblade took after it, soon it crossed over Platinumclan territory, he growled loud and harshly, wanting to feel the kit's flesh beneath his claws, the sight of blood flowing out of its tiny mouth with its not yet formed jaws, Slashingblade was still growling, in a doggish kind of way.
He slunk to a bush, waited for the kit to come again, its little chibi eyes innocently glaring over the territory, a bunch of blood spraying from the kit's throat, Slashingblade's blood - stained claws, after that he wondered what he would do with the tiny pathedic kit... Maybe toss it over the large cliff?
He was pondering, a rabbit bolted right past him and he didn't notice.

[Windpelt]

Darkpaw felt himself began to quaver under Slashingblade's harsh gaze. However, he remained strong with his head high. 'I wasn't particularly watching you..' He began, a sly note creeping into his voice; perhaps he could pull this one off. 'I.. just wanted to go out ? I thought going with a warrior would be a good excuse to get out for a bit..' He stretched his limbs, in a bored sort of manner, carrying off an innocent expression with ease. 'In any case.. I wasn't aware it was such a wrong thing to watch another cat, anyway..' But he muttered this statement low and half to himself. He didn't want to push this possible argument any further.

Suddenly, he was aware Slashingblade was no longer even paying him any attention. So he closed his jaw, keeping his head straight ahead, in a direction not related to Slashingblade, yet following him with his eyes, he felt them strain as the warrior got further and further away. He saw him go, firstly after a fox, then when it ran away he turned to something else. Now, Darkpaw found himself needing to turn his head to see him. To his horror, he saw Slashingblade standing over a kit. The kit was not one he had seen before; not that he had seen many kits in his life.. It looked small and worried, filled with innocence. He couldn't help himself.. He had to call out. 'Slashingblade! Please..'

[emmathepiemonsterb]

Slashingblade payed no attention to Darkpaw. He simply spotted the kit in camp, then pounced on it, he injected his sharp fangs into the kit's neck, it screamed in pain as blood started to trickle out of it's mouth, he swatted down the kit immidiatly, then threw it away, and padded away as if nothing ever happened.
If ANYONE saw what he had done, other then Darkpaw, he would give them some serious wounds to think about. He washed his paws in a small puddle, wearing off the blood.
Slashingblade then sprinted away, very far away.
Slowly smiling to himself, he sat down, like it was a regular day.
He licked his muzzle, rested on his white underbelly and stared up high.

[Windpelt]

Darkpaw was frozen, for a few numb heartbeats, he just stood. His fur was raised, completely on edge. He didn't know what to do. He had just witnessed another cat KILL a kit. Wasn't that against the warrior code ? Darkpaw wasn't sure. Darkpaw forced his legs to move, one paw - step after another. He reached the limp bundle of fur. He nosed it gently, checking for breathing. There seemed to be none. He picked it up gently in his jaws, then put it down again. What use was there taking it with him ? Except for proof.. He hastily put the body under a bush, making sure it was relatively hidden. Then, he turned and his eyes were full of determination. He raced after Slashingblade. 'Hey! Why did you do that ? It did no harm to you or any cat!' His mew was higher pitched than usual, his eyes were still wide. Pictures.. Images kept bursting through into his brain, implanting themselves there. They refused to leave. All he could see.. repeated, was Slashingblade, killing the kit. He was so worried and angry. Why ? Was the question he kept asking in his own mind. He raced on.

[emmathepiemonsterb]

"You saw nothing..." Slashingblade said under his breath, then he turned his brown and black body away from Darkpaw, walked to the place where the kit was, grabbed it in his jaws and dropped it over a large cliff that led out of the territory.
Slashingblade continued hunting, he flexed his long claws in and out of his paws, then swept his strong frontal legs over two bushes to get nearby prey out.
A mouse scurried by, he immidiatly injected his sharp fangs into the mouse's brown furry neck and started to shake it untill all the life in it wore off.
Slashingblade started to eat a chunk of the brown mouse's leg, he licked off the blood that trickled out of the mouse's neck and began to casually tear off some of it's fur, then injected his fangs into the mouse's back and started to tear off bits of it one by one.
Slashingblade finished eating the once furry brown mouse, he spat up the bones and remembered the night where a kittypet came up to him.

A long black persian furred kittypet came up to Slashingblade and stared at him in disgust."Wow. I bet you stupid clan cats eat bones insted of that nice crunchy brown bits that our housefolk give us.[/i]"Slashingblade stared at the kittypet."Why no... Bones are much to hard to digest so i don't eat them. Now... I'm gonna give you a chance to scram out of here before you lose your worthless life...[/i]" Slashingblade hissed, and wrapped his sharp claws around the back of the kittypet's neck, still alowing it to escape in one direction. The black furred kittypet immidiatly ran away, then Slashingblade yowled "Coward" At it and padded away on the misty green ground.

[Windpelt]

Darkpaw changed course with Slashingblade. His heart sank as he realized the warrior knew where he had hidden the kit. 'No!' he yowled with distress as he saw the little brown body, plummet over the edge of the cliff. His eyes squeezed tight again. He could imagine it.. so vivid.

The small kit; limp and lifeless its eyes are wide and staring blankly. The body is picked up, not gently, by Slashingblade. Darkpaw could feel the other cat's teeth sinking deep into the kit. Still wanting to hurt him, even though he is dead. He shudders, yet continues watching. The kit is dropped, carelessly. Even more carelessly than a piece of fresh - kill is put onto the pile, back in his camp. He sees it.. falling, falling. Its legs are waving, crookedly, its neck in an impossible position. The body crashes onto the rocks below, leaving a small, sticky trail of blood from its deep neck wound on the surface, then falls with a last sigh to the ground itself.

He opens his eyes again to find Slashingblade having gone. He curses to himself and tries to catch wind of his scent. He finds it, eventually, and paces onwards. As he catches up, Darkpaw opened his mouth to argue more but he saw the glint in Slashingblade's eyes and he shut it again. But he couldn't help himself. 'But.. why ? Why did you, Slashingblade ?' His eyes were full of a strange determination. He thought perhaps if he understood the reasoning behind the 'madness' he would feel less upset over the whole incident. He trotted after him, similar to the way a kit pads after its mother.

[Rockmask]

Rockmask was half running through the plants, and knew she heard something that sounded like a thud. All of a sudden, she smelled blood. "Great Starclan..." The smell was absolutely horrifying, as if something was decaying by the second on something as grotesque as a thunderpath, along with a pile of old fish. She glanced around quickly, and she wondered why because any warrior would know that even a medicine cat couldn't smell anything through this stench. She emerged from between two bushes, and gazed down at a small, lifeless kit, gaping in horror at how it had died. "Oh....." She looked around and seized a juniper branch, and put some of the leaves in the kits mouth as she spread the berry juice on its coat. She swallowed hard as emotion clashed in her mind. She knew exactly who did this, and would bring it to everyones' attention at the next Clan meeting. She would not stop until Slashingblade was stopped. It wasn't in her nature to feel so strongly about anything, but this had gone far enough. She proceeded to pick up the mangled thing, and cringed as the metallic taste of blood met her tounge. She trotted carefully off towards the camp, wondering how she would make it work all the way to the camp itself and keep the kit intact. She realized then that they might think that she was the one to kill it, since Slashingblade would have been back to the camp before anyone had gotten there, and she had told no one that she left. "Fox dung," she whispered under her breath. She set the poor thing down, and with her claws scored the ground until the soil was soft enough to dig. She dug it far deeper than she meant to on purpose, and dropped the scrap down inside of it with care. She would go to the camp and tell someone most trustworthy what exactly had taken place simply on her way back, for she had seen nothing, merely smelled the foul stench of evil right after it had occured, and lingered over every last inch of the surrounding forest. She glanced up at the cliff, and saw Darkpaw turn around and head off to camp. She thought fast and races up the side of the steep hill where the cliff curved around, hoping to catch up with the apprentice before he had gotten to far, so she could convince him to leak whatever he had seen.

[Windpelt]

As Darkpaw raced along, among the short ferns and bracken, he thought he heard pawsteps following him. He shot a glance over his shoulder and to his surprise he caught a glimpse of another cat. He presumed it was Slashingblade and his heart froze. Was he going to kill him, now ? He took no chances. Quickly, he spun around, teeth bared in a viscious, defensive snarl. As he turned to face the cat full on, he realized it was not who he had thought it was. 'Oh.. Rockmask,' his tone was full of dull relief. 'Thank StarClan.. I thought it was Slashingblade, after me!' His eyes clouded over as he remembered the fallen kit. 'Did- Did you see what he did ?' His mew was desperate and full of worry. It also shook and seemed to have rose in pitch. 'I can't believe it.. What did the kit do to deserve such a cruel death ?' His voice was still at that same unnatural pitch, and he bowed his head to hide his grief. The killing had really shocked Darkpaw, and he was embarrassed as to how he was acting, especially in front of the Medicine Cat. He scuffed a paw into the earth, not caring about the grains of dirt that bounced up into his fur, making it look slightly dirty and unkept. 'What should we do ?' His eyes stared into the other cats, hoping she would have a suitable answer, for he didn't particularly want anything too bad to happen to his clanmate, even though he had just seen him murder an innocent kit in cold - blood. He knew Rockmask, as a medicine cat, may have seen some kind of answer from StarClan, but to be honest, he wasn't that sure they would have spoken to him about such a recent event. He sent a silent prayer to his warrior ancestors, telling them to help his clan and protect them in this time of need, as he waited for Rockmask's response.