The first thing she had noticed were the guards.

Two cats, quite strong by the looks of it, placed in front of the camp in order to protect those inside. Guard who were placed there to protect against one specific cat who seemed to enjoy the feeling of blood on her paws. To be honest, they did their job quite well. Most who came across them would flee backwards in fear.

But that's not going to stop me.


A smile graced her lips as the guard disappeared into the forest.

All it had taken was a rustle, a small disturbance in the leaves in order for the guard to leave his post, leaving the other alone.

Oh it was almost too easy.


Even she didn't know why she remained so impossibly invisible. She was small, yes. Her paw steps were precise, silent as a mouse. It was almost as if the air didn't move around her, but with her. Every moment she made left no trace, as if she hadn't really been there at all.

But honestly, the guard should take some blame for what was about to happen.

For all that she was, invisible wasn't it.

How could the guard not notice the cat poised behind him, claws outstretched?


At the last moment, her claws retreated. A scream would give her away.

So instead, a paw was wrapped around his neck, no intention of letting go.

And he struggled, oh how he struggled. To see him writhing in pain, desperately trying to escape, willing to do anything just to bring one breath into his body, oh the sight drove her mad with hunger.

It was a pity when he fell limp to the ground.