Assassination. [ P, Phan. ]

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    The moon hung in the middle of the sky, exactly where it should be. Now was the time to move. A dark figure slithered forward, towards Scythe’s den, carefully not to make even the tiniest of noises that might wake the sleeping figures of Skull around her. It didn’t take long to find the leader’s den; she quickly slipped inside, making a soft hushing noise to herself, keeping her mouth firmly shut. She unsheathed her claws as soon as she entered, listening to the soft tapping of her claws against the floor. She had been one of the lucky she-cats.


    Her claws were still attached to her paws, and that’s all that she needed to complete this. Scythe was sleeping, which is exactly what she needed. Zanetta flattened herself onto her belly, slithering like a snake until she stood behind Scythe. Her paw was already raised high up in the air, her claws itching to tear through the flesh, and end the petty leader’s life once and for all. The adrenaline rush was strong now; it was now or never. She closed her eyes tightly, slowly inching her paw down towards his neck. Just before it touched him, she stopped.


    What was she doing? Zanetta had never attempted murder in her entire life, so this concept was entirely new to her. Plus, Scythe was her leader; she would usual stay loyal, no matter what. It’s just… her anger and sadness, all bottled up, was on the very verge of exploding. Besides, it was only one swipe, maybe even two or three. It wouldn’t take more than a minute, at the most… right? She stared down at her paw, claws unsheathed, debating whether to go through with her plan or not.

    Scythe's amber eyes flickered open, seemingly of their own will, as his instincts warned him of what was about to take place. He took in the whole scene in a moment - Zanetta standing over him, claws unsheathed, a look of mixed hatred and fear on her face. He stiffened, not wanting to make a move that would cause her to strike too soon, and then suddenly shot to his feet with a blow in her direction calculated to knock her off of her paws.

    Suddenly, Zanetta felt the wind knock right out of her, as Scythe swung forward, making her stumble forward, and land a little harshly on her stomach. She gasped for a moment, trying to collect herself. Oh, shit. The she-cat thought bitterly. Her acting skills had better not fail her now. She closed her eyes for a moment, then fluttered them open, trying to make a look of shock appear on her face! "Oh! Scythe! What am I doing here...? I remember sleeping in the Skull den, and then I wake up here. Strange..." Please believe it. Please believe it. Please believe. Zanetta thought, looking up at him with her "shocked" face.

    "Uh-huh," Scythe grunted, scrambling to his feet. "I'm sure. That would be why you were standing over me with your claws out and everything. A nightmare, I'm sure." He snorted, standing up, towering over Zanetta. "You used to be a Warrant," he hissed. "You are - or were - a Skull - you had honor and privileges."

    Zanetta nodded vigorously, completely oblivious to the fact that Scythe was being sarcastic. "Exactly! Thank you for understanding! I was having the worst nightmare ever! I was being attacked, and so I had to defend myself." The she-cat replied in a matter-of-fact manner, slowly rising to her paws.


    Scythe was towering over her, clearly not believing her big, fat, white lie. She shrank back in terror, eyes wide. "Yeah. I had privileges, unlike those other she-cats who are rotting somewhere." She hissed up at him, the anger rising and bubbling in her chest. Zanetta suddenly felt real and alive, standing up to her leader now. "I don't feel privileges. I feel like I'm a spoiled brat. You need to go, and everyone can become equals! No toms ruling over she-cats, no she-cats ruling over toms, as much as I would love that. Everyone. Would. Be. Equal. To do that, we have to get rid of the source of the problem."


    "You."

    Scythe shrugged. "I won't kill you - your tom deserved better than that, even if his judgement was sadly cracked. Zanetta, from here on out, you are a Prisoner, and may not leave your den, let alone the cave." Her bitter words passed right on by him - he didn't care one way or the other.


    "It's foolish she-cats like you," he continued, "who are the reason all this has to happen. If you would just realize what your flawed minds can't grasp, that toms are superior, then we could devote our energies to protecting you, rather than subordinating you."

    Zanetta gaped at the tom towering before her, as if he had just said that she-cats were the clear superiors of the world. "Prisoner? No way." She murmured softly, mostly to herself. She managed to steady herself to her paws, by keeping her gaze averted to her own paws. "And what do Prisoners do? Nothing, I assume. Just great. My life is going to be getting so much more exciting." Most she-cats would have been cowering in fear. Zanetta? All she cared about was if her life would be any fun anymore.


    "Protect us?! Yeah, right. And mice have wings and can fly." She snorted in disgust, shaking her head lightly. "You've done nothing but ruin us. You beat us, you force us, and you treat us like trash. You expect us to just accept it? No! I won't accept it, and I bet many other she-cats won't accept it. Just you wait, Scythe. One day, you'll get to see how she-cats in this stupid clan feel, and it will bite you hard."


    [ xD. Man, I got so into it. :P ]

    "Whatever." Scythe had heard the spiel before, many times before in fact. "You're heading over to the Prisoners' den right now, unless you'd rather I dragged you there, and you're going to be thankful that I let you live."

    "Thankful? Yeah, right." Zanetta snorted in disgust, digging her claws firmly into the ground, as much as possible, to keep herself rooted in place. "I'm not going anywhere. First off, I don't know where the dang den is. Second, I don't want to go there anyway."