A white tom feasted on a fresh mouse, completely unaware of the shadow behind him. He was quite plump, and he could have been mistaken for a kittypet if he didn't have so many scars. He had no collar, but his claws were reinforced with dog teeth.
The tom heard a small thump and pricked his ears. The tom shrugged and continued to finish his evening meal.
He never saw it coming. In moments he was dead, and the shadow disappeared back into the night. The shadow had carried off one of his ears, leaving the white tom in a pool of blood.
The kill had been swift and silent, a sure sign of a trained assassin.