He was frowning in frustration. "Where is she?!" He hissed. Whatever he was looking for was not found. Lionclaw gave Rabbitstrike a look, one that made her shiver in excitement. He wanted her to take control, to lead the patrol. After days of inactivity and frustration that's what she wanted, what she needed.
Slowly but quickly the moved through the grass, as silent as the wind blowing lightly over the tall green tresses. She was so excited, should could barely stop her tail from lashing like it wanted to. But it didn't, because she controlled it. She was in charge, she made the decisions. Her tail twitched every now and then, but she was in completely control.
Twitching her ears she sent the other two to circle Owlfeather so that he had nowhere to run. In the grass to her left she could see Lionclaw giving her a look, the slight gleam in his eyes telling her that she could start it however she wanted. Rabbitstrike wanted to pounce on him, to torture and scare him, to make him fear her, but she knew the clans would know, they would see the blood.
'But,' she thought slyly, 'they won't know, not after this.'
Flicking her tail ever so lightly she crept out of the grass from behind the preoccupied tom, amber eyes shining brightly with excitement. Then she rose on all fours and lifted her paw, claws stretched to the max. Owlfeather turned around when he saw her shadow, but it was too late. Her paw had already swung forward, hitting his face and knocking him some yards away.
Bugeye and Lionclaw jumped out at him and pinned him down as the dazed tom started to struggle. Rabbitstrike didn't look at either of them as she strolled forward and glared down at him, eyes shining as she found the elder's.
"I knew it," he hissed.
She placed her paw on his neck. "Yes, you did. Windclan will fall and I will deliver their judgement."
"Why?" He choked out as she increased the pressure on his neck, his body heaving for air. Rabbitstrike just smiled as she looked him in his dying eyes.
"Why would a Dark Forest warrior want to kill the living?" She asked simply. "You wronged me."
Her face twisted into a sneer as she increased the pressure, putting her weight on his neck now. More he struggled, desperate for air, but at last it dulled down to a twitch, then a complete stop. Rabbitstrike kept her weight there, then added extra and purred in satisfaction as she heard a crack. She then stepped back and observed her work.
Lionclaw purred as he too observed it. "Wonderful job Rabbitstrike." He praised, making her swell. It was indeed a wonderful job. "I will tell the others of your work. Bugeye, tomorrow will be your turn. Try to do as well as her." With that he turned and walked away.
Rabbitstrike turned to Bugeye with pride shining through her eyes, but her mate looked sad. "Why did you kill him?"
"He knew about us. He was spying on us in his dreams. He had to die." She reasoned, gesturing over to the hole in the ground. "We must wake up and start the next day. She nuzzled him affectionately. "I can't wait for you to see Eaglekit!"
Bugeye beamed. "I can't wait either!" He returned the affection and the two lied down beside each other and closed their eyes. Soon they faded away and Rabbitstrike woke up to the sound of a wail. She grinned.
