This is a short one-shot based on a song. Virtual prize to the person who can guess the song :D
A silver she-cat stared out into the darkness. Watching and waiting. She swept her tail impatiently across the ground, disturbing the leaves resting on it. She jumped at the noise she created and fluffed out her fur in fright she turned and hissed at the leaves.
A deep chuckle made the she-cat turn back around.
"You came" she purred and ran up to the tom who had stepped out of the shadows and sat down in the faint moonlight. The tom gave a quick lick to the top of the she-cat's head.
"I will always come Feather" he meowed. Feather sat down next to the large tom and pressed up against him.
"I love you" she breathed. The tom look straight ahead, emotionless.
"So you keep saying" he sighed. The silver she-cat took no notice of his lack of affection and continued to purr, rubbing her head against his unmoving flank.
"I have an idea" the tom spoke suddenly, breaking the silence. "Why don't we go to the lake" he asked. A sinister look quickly flashed across his face before he returned to being expressionless.
The she-cat missed his change of expression and her eyes lit up with joy.
"Oh I would love to" she mewed happily. "It is always so pretty and romantic in the moonlight." The tom gave a slightly malevolent smile. Feather didn't notice the small change in his intentions and stood up. She gave him a small nudge to get him onto his feet.
"Come on, it's nearly moon high" she meowed. The tom exhaled loudly and got to his paws. Feather took the lead and the tom trailed after, a crazed look danced in his eyes as he gazed at Feather. Again it went unnoticed as Feather continued to walk towards the lake.
The she-cat sat down at the edge of the lake and gazed out at the water. The tom sat down next to her, their pelts brushing.
"It's beautiful" she sighed and started to lean against the Tom who laid down in the tall grass.
"Lay down next to me" he murmured. Feather obliged and sprawled out next to him. The tom gave her a quick lick to her cheek. And then he held up his paw above her head, his claws glinted menacingly in the moonlight, and with one fluid movement he slit her throat. Feather looked up to him pleading him with her eyes as her blood poured out around her.
"My dear the love has died" he mewed. Feather tried to scream but the tom held a paw over her mouth, muffling her cries of desperation. Her body gave one final twitch before laying still. He watched the light die in her eyes.
And felt nothing.
He started to clean her blood off of his claws and pelt.
And felt nothing.
He walked away, leaving her unmoving body lying there.
And felt nothing…