Mind of a Murderer
Her eyes focus on nothing
but see everything.
She lies in wait for something,
but she doesn't know what...
at least, not yet.
Me?
I'm waiting, too.
Waiting for the right time,
waiting for my chance to strike.
She is suddenly at full attention
and looks over at me
"You think I don't know what you're
capable of," she says matter-of-factly.
"It doesn't matter," I say. "I'm ready.
We both know what Starclan has called for
us
to do."
She sighs. "I don't
care. I can't lie to my
Clan. If they
thought that
I knew
all about
your plan..."
I feel my hackles rise. "Don't be
such
a
fool.
Don't do
anything rash.
Remember what
StarClan told you."
And remember what I can do
If I choose to
murder
you.
A/N: Constructive criticism is welcome! ~PierceTheBre