AN: A little early, true, since Colors isn't finished, but I decided to post a series of oneshots on the seven deadly sins alongside it.
"You're going to die now," she said, sweet, soft, voice gaining an edge, "You're going to die and I'm going to watch." And he'll be mine.
"He won't love you," she growled, the pathetic, should-have-been cripple.
Rage ignited like a flame inside of Heathernose. She was prettier, she was stronger, she was faster and braver and all around better than Cinderfur. So why did she get his love? Even worse, why did she think that he would love her even if she managed to get away alive?
"I saw her trespassing," Heathernose said later, "What else should I have done?"
Cruel, unmerciful claws met grey fur, met flesh, met blood. Deeper, deeper, she sunk them, before slowly sinking her bone-white teeth to meet Cinderfur's throat. The taste of blood, at the time, was exhilarating, was foreign, was all she had ever hoped and dreamed for. But later? She would recall it tasting like crowfood.
"Jayfeather is mine," she hissed in Cinderfur's ear as the grey she-cat's eyes lost the blue fire that had burning in them for so long, "He's all mine."
She did, later, win Jayfeather's love. She was happy. She had won.
But not even the grace of StarClan could save her from the guilt.
AN: Ah, Insane!Heatherpaw, how I love thee so.