The she-cat purred, her white fur stained with blood. "I told you I always win." She whispered to the cat that was thrashing under her paws. It was a ginger tom, his pelt also stained with blood. She dug her claws into the tom's throat, and his movements became feeble. "I don't lose to annoying pieces of mouse-dung like you." She hissed.
The tom had stopped moving, and his body was limp.
The she-cat released the dead tom from her grip, and pushed him into the undergrowth. "Let our clan mates find you in the morning." She hissed.
Then she turned and stalked off, her eyes full of satisfaction. She approached a river, and plunged in, soaking her whole body. The blood was washed away, and her fur was white once more. "I'm going to win this game," She whispered to herself. "because I always win."