This is just a random one-shot cause I'm bored.

Snow crunched under the she-cat's paws. It was dark, a new moon blocked by the clouds that rolled over the star-lit sky. Her bright eyes glittered, training onto the cat that walked before her. There was no hint that they knew she was following. A mere few feet away, her white coat blened perfectly into the snowy landscape.

The cat, a dark brown tabby tom, dipped his head to sniff at the ground. His tail lashing with irritation as he growled softly. "Is there nothing in this worthless place?" Yellow eyes scanned the earth as he started to walk away.

There's something. The she-cat thought as her claws digging into the coldness. She could just imagine the feeling of warm blood flowing down her paws as she made her kill. Just wait a bit longer.

Moving among the shadows she made her eyes into thin slits. It wasn't going to be long before he was far enough away that she could attack. There was no one else around that could come fast enough to his cries if he did make any noise. The other cats that had been on his patrol were off hunting someplace else.

The tabby stopped once more. This time dropping into a crouch as a hare hopped out of it's hole. The tom crept forward, his yellow eyes shining with hunger as he leaped forward. The hare made a small squeak as the tabby bit into it's throat, tossing the smaller creature against the ground to stun it.

"Finally!" The cat hissed as he hurried to cover the catch with snow. Turning he paused, ears twitching as his gaze flickered to her.

She knew that he could see her. The white warrior didn't even try to hide herself during his hunt. She wanted him to see her, to know who would be ripping his own throat out and spitting it back into his face.

"Frosthowl, what do you think your doing?" The brown tabby hissed in annoyence.

She raised her head she glared him down. "I'm doing the Clan a favor, Duststripe," she meowed softly, a purr rumbling with the words.

Confusion replaced Duststripe's former anger. "A favor?" He echoed, before shaking his head. "If you want to do anyone a favor, you should keep that mouth of yours shut!"

Frosthowl spat, her ears flattened against her head. How dare he? She had done everything to keep herself well-known. To bore heathly, strong kits and to raise them right. Yet all he had done was betray her, betray their Clan by being with that lowly rogue, and then fathering those little rats!

Claws unsheathing she took a step towards the larger warrior. Muscles rippling under her glossy coat as she circled him. "Oh my love, you still have that same old mindset, that you're the one in control, don't you?" Shaking her head she glanced behind them. The scent of her Clanmates had gotten closer. I need to be quick about this.

For a second she glanced him over. After so many moons, she had almost forgotten their old spark. A beautiful thing that had once been a blazing flame, but since forth had caused so much pain.

"Our kits suffered so much because of you. And now I must give them peace, they shouldn't have to look at a failure of a father anymore."

Before her former love could speak, Frosthowl leaped at him. Her claws dug into his shoulders, tearing past his fur and flesh. Teeth sunk into his throat, the waterfall of blood trickling down from her mouth to her throat.

Duststripe let out a loud yowl. His claws raking down her side, causing a burst of pain to erupt. The larger tom spat with anger. Biting into her shoulder and tearing at her forepaw. But the damage had already been done as he fell. His breath coming out in heavy gasps as blood poored from the large gash on his neck.

A small part of her flinched at the sight. Her heart pounding in her chest as she watched the light fade from his eyes. Giving a satisfied grunt, she grinned. Her blue eyes shining as the once white snow turned red around Duststripe's corsp.

At the sound of pawsteps the white she-cat slipped off into the darkness. Her icy gaze flickering back to see her Clanmate's at his side. One of her kits gave a loud cry, dropping to nudge their father's shoulder with a paw. Don't cry my baby. You'll see that this is for the best. With one final look at her work, she disappeared into the snowy night.