A/N: Hey, everyone! It's DarkSeal420 here and you're probably wondering, "Why in the world has Shadow not updated The Life of the Rejected yet?" Well, the truth is, I did something really freakin' stupid. I was looking for a file and I had Chapter 5 on a separate Word document. So, I thought I had done that chapter already and posted it on the story when I really hadn't, so I closed it and didn't save it as usually I did it after I had the chapter posted. So, now I have to write it all over again. I slapped myself 100 times for doing that. There, done D: Okay, hope you enjoyed this one-shot! It's a mysterious cat's POV.
She stalked in the woods, her knife swinging from her jaws, eyes trained for any unsuspecting cat to wander into her trap. As she peered closer into the bramble wall she had encountered, she saw a small black she-cat come toward the camp entrance.
She dropped into a crouch and shuffled deeper into the undergrowth, her brown tabby pelt providing camouflage. The young apprentice-looking cat came closer.
"Hey, you!" she hissed. The apprentice's ears immediately perked up. "Hello," she mewed. "Where are you?"
"Come to the camp entrance and you'll see," she meowed in the best friendly impression she could do. The coal black she-cat slipped through the camp entrance and turned her head – to be faced by a hideous smile and a scarred light brown tabby face.
Her amber eyes shone in wicked delight. Her knife dangled from her jaws. "Come to play?" she hissed then sprang forward, the knife cutting deep into the apprentice's back.
Before the black she-cat could warn her Clanmates of this silent killer, she slid the knife into her throat. "Shame, I surely couldn't play nice," the killer said, dangling her paw over the apprentice's wide open dead mouth.
The she-cat took her knife out of the apprentice's throat then quickly headed for the safety of the woods. She hid in a patch of ferns and waited for more cats to come.
"Hollypaw!" a silver tabby queen called. "Hollypaw, where are you? Hollypaw, are you playing tricks on-"The she-cat was cut off by the sight that lay before her. Hollypaw was dead, her throat sliced and precisely straight cut-marks on her back.
The queen growled. "This must be the work of that traitor from ShadowClan, Tigerstripe," she hissed, but it was not an angry hiss. It was the vengeful hiss of a mother that had lost her kits, a mother who was willing to kill to defend them.
Tigerstripe, the murderer snickered and slid into the woods, ready to slice and dice her next victim.
A/N: Ooh, scary, isn't it? No, it isn't. Aww...