The Death of Greed
Thistleclaw padded through the dark shadows of the Owl tree. No cat could stop him, and if they ever did, his apprentice, Tigerpaw, would carry on in his paw steps. He could only think of one threat, Bluefur. He wasn't sure if she knew of his plans, but she was a threat. She needed to be eliminated first, but if only he could think of a way.
At that moment, a yowl broke through the trees. Quicker than a Windclan cat, he leapt so high that the ancient Skyclan warriors must have envied. As he crawled, he started to hear voices, coming from below. "Why are we even here, it's against the warrior code to hunt in other clan's territories."
"Quiet Mistshine, someone will hear us, and take that thorn out of your paw, Quickpaw."
The apprentice whimpered again before clenching his teeth and pulling out a small thorn. "Thank star clan it's not bleeding hissed the patrol's leader, if Riverclan blood is drawn here, Thunderclan will have proof, and I will personally rip the fur from your tail. ``
THUD. Thistleclaw landed in the leaves in front of the group of cats. Without any word, he leapt at Mistshine`s throat. His only thought as he slashed at the she-cat was his greed. No one would stand in his way. Claws raked his back as he spun around and slashed open the neck of Quickpaw, and killed him in an instant. His blood seeped through Thisleclaw`s fur, and the apprentice fell to the ground. A cry of shock, anger and grief came from behind him. He spun around, determined to kill the other two. He tackled the leader, but then felt a weight on his back, teeth around his neck, and then blackness.