Marsh paced around the clearing, he kept his head low as he lashed his tail, pericing green eyes narrowing. Where is she!
There was a movement in the bushes, he paused his paw just above the wet, mud-caked soil as an white she-cat slipped into the clearing.
Marsh felt his face fall, his eyes widing. "I-Ice?" He stumbled back, feelings the hard bark of the oak tree. "Your suppose to be dead!"
Ice flicked her tail, easily walking up to him. Her ice blue eyes narrowed as she looked at him, cocking her head with an wide crooked grin. "Oh, my dear. Am I suppose to be dead?She gave a sickly smile, "I fought, earn an rightful place among the highest of the nearby cats, and well. Thought i'll pay a visit to my dear mate."
Marsh growled, baring his teeth. "Your not my mate anymore!" He hissed, lunching forward nocking the lithe she-cat down.
Ice gave an hurt expression, her ears laid back. "Oh, I've been replaced?" Ice meowed, lifting one paw to hit his muzzle. He flinched at glass-sharp claws sliced his nose. "Who is it, the so very lucky she-cat?"
Marsh hissed, his green eyes flashing. "Not like I'll tell the insane she-cat that craves for blood, what do you take me for?"
Ice's expression went suddenly dark, anger burning in her pale, clear ice blue eyes. "An two-timing bird-brain!" She snapped, her claws running threw his chest. She leaped, as Marsh stumbled back, his mouth hanging as blood dropped from the wound. She leaped, her claws sliding over and over across his face and chest till Marsh toppled over in a pool of his own blood.
The lithe she-cat smiled her crooked smile, her eyes gleaming with pleasure. Her form started to shake, an dark bloody outline forming around her white coat. Than, slowly the scars of her death peeled across her throat. "Bye, bye Marsh." She whispered, blinking as she disappered, as an brown tabby molly gasped in shock as she walked into the clearing..