Disclaimer: Warriors belongs to Erin Hunter

Summary: All has been peaceful in ThunderClan for many moons, that is until warriors begin to show up dead. Will a group of average cats figure out who is doing this before they become the next victims?

Death is the tyrant of imagination.


Prologue

Flowerfoot padded through the undergrowth silently. She saw her victim. She moved closer. The cat had no idea what was about to happen. She struck.

Flowerfoot crashed into Mossfur. The two cats tumbled around until Mossfur gained the upper hand and pinned Flowerfoot to the ground. "Ha! You couldn't get me!" Mossfur gloated. Flowerfoot felt her ears hotten; she thought she could easily scare Mossfur. "Let me go flea-breath!" Mossfur rolled her eyes and hopped off of Flowerfoot, allowing her to get to her paws.

"Next time you should stop making all that noise, you've probably scared all the prey away. We are on a hunting patrol, remember?" Flowerfoot let out a low growl. "Yes, I remember we're on a hunting patrol. And I was completely silent!" Mossfur sat and began licking her paw. "Whatever you say. But I know what I heard."

Flowerfoot didn't feel like getting into an endless debate so she didn't comment, but she knew that she was silent. What could have Mossfur heard? Another cat? "Let's try and catch something before it's dark." Mossfur's mew brought her back to reality. "If we don't Snakestar will make our lives torture."

Flowerfoot nodded in agreement as she padded after Mossfur.

They searched for what seemed forever before finding a scrawny mouse. Flowerfoot watched as Mossfur dropped into a hunter crouch. She suddenly felt a bit envious of the pale gray she-cat. Not only was she popular, she was one of the best hunters in the clan with a slender body and swift movements. Very different compared to her own stocky build.

Mossfur continued to move closer, almost within striking distance. Flowerfoot waited for her to leap and catch the mouse but instead, the mouse suddenly scampered away into a nearby hole, to small for a cat to fit through.

Flowerfoot sound Mossfur whip around. Her usually playful green eyes were blazing with anger. "I almost had that stupid mouse, why did you have to make all that noise? Are you trying to make me fail?" Mossfur hissed.

"What are you talking about? I was silent!" Flowerfoot protested.

"Liar." Mossfur stated. "When Snakestar asks why we don't have any prey I'll be sure to tell him about your little act!"

Flowerfoot's eyes widened. "You can't be serious! Why would I want you to fail?"

Mossfur rolled her eyes. "Stop playing dumb! Everyone knows that you're jealous of me! Jealous of how I'm popular, how I'm a great hunter and fighter and how Wolfstorm likes me best!"

"Why would I be jealous of a scrawny know-it-all like you? I didn't scare that stupid mouse away and you know it! You just want to blame someone else for your own mistakes!" Flowerfoot shot back.

Mossfur sent her a nasty look before padding off in a different direction.

Flowerfoot stared after her in disbelief. What's her problem? I know for a fact that I didn't make any noise. What has she been hearing? Flowerfoot thought.

Flowerfoot shrugged. It didn't matter to her, she always had always thought their was something wrong with Mossfur. Maybe Mossfur had failed on purpose just so she can blame me!Flowerfoot suddenly thought. She then shook her head. Mossfur may have issues, but she's not that crazy.

Flowerfoot began heading back to camp, lots of time had been wasted with them searching for prey and then their quarrel and now it was dark. Flowerfoot sighed. Maybe she should go back and look for Mossfur?

Then she heard a scream.

Flowerfoot whipped around instantly.

Another wail of terror.

"Mossfur!" Flowerfoot called out warily. "Mossfur, is that you?"

"Flowerfoot!" a cat cried out.

Flowerfoot froze. "Mossfur!" she broke into a run instantly, following Mossfur's scent trail. She couldn't stop running. Her heart was beating out of her chest. She had to get to her. She had to. Where was she? What happened? Was it a fox? So many questions were running through her head. Then she skidded to a stop. She found her.

"Mossfur..." Flowerfoot was frozen in fear. The pale gray she-cat was sprawled lifelessly on the ground. Scractches covered her body, indicating a fight. The most horrific part was her neck and face. Her neck was slashed open, blood still pouring out of it and her face... her once beautiful face was not soaked with her own blood. It looked as if someone had stuck their claws into her eyes and then sadistically kept torturing her by clawing at her face.

Flowerfoot stepped backwards, at a loss of words. Then the stale, disgusting scent of fox-dung reached her nose. She saw something emerge from the bushes. It's scent was putrid, it made her want to gag.

"Hello Flowerfoot." the cat said in a deep snarling voice. She could tell it was forced.

"W-Who are you?" Flowerfoot managed to choke out.

"A friend," the cat purred, stepping out from the shadows and into the moonlight. Flowerfoot saw the cat better now. He or she had covered their entire body with mud and fox-dung. The only thing that Flowerfoot could see was the cat's sadistic icy-blue eyes.

"You killed her didn't you!" Flowerfoot managed to choke out. The cat chuckled. "You're a fast learner, darling." Flowerfoot gulped. She slowly started moving backwards, hoping that the cat wouldn't notice. The cat, however, was more clever. "If you run away I'll cut up your pretty little face and gut you like a fish!" the cat hissed.

Flowerfoot broke into a run. What else could she do? Just let that murderer threaten her and kill her? She had to get back to camp. Her life depended on it.

She kept running and running. She was getting close. Closer. She was nearly there!

She was just about to go through the thorn barrier into camp when the mud-covered cat appeared. "I don't like it when my prey tries to escape!" the cat snarled, leaping at her. Flowerfoot tried her best to rake the cat's belly but the cat was nimble and strong, even with mud and fox-dung covered all over their body.

Flowerfoot tried to make another run for her life but the cat had pinned her down. "Time to join Mossfur." the cat whispered in her ear before sinking their thorn-sharp claws into her back. "Help!" Flowerfoot shrieked. Her cries for terror were useless though.

Nobody was coming.

Flowerfoot desperatly tried to crawl away but the cat kept dragging her back, clawing at her, biting her and finaly sinking his claws into her neck. Flowerfoot could feel blood running down her fur. It was over.

Then out of the corner of her eyes she saw Leopardleap, Wolfstorm, Redfern and Snakestar. A patrol, probably looking for her and Mossfur.

They were only five or six fox-lengths away. She could hear them calling her name, she wondered why they could find her by scent but then realized the cat's mud and dung must have masked her own as well.

"Help! Over here!" Flowerfoot tried to cry out to them, but her voice was a mere whisper. The patrol then padded in the opposite direction. Flowerfoot wanted to wail, but she couldn't. She was too weak.

The cat who had been watching this scene out in amusement rolled Flowerfoot around so that she was was laying on her back. Flowerfoot let out another painful cry of terror that only came out as a whisper once the cat raise it's claws into the air.

The cat then swung them down into her throat.