Lilykit stalked silently through ShadowClan's camp, eyes narrow. The night was dark, offering good hiding for her dark gray pelt. Her green eyes widened as she saw an apprentice trot through the dirtplace tunnel. Sneaking out of camp, are we? she thought with a silent smirk. Two can play that game, princess! Following the young tom, Hawkpaw, silently, she watched as he approached a river. She wouldn't get caught, though! Gagging, the she-kit rolled in a pile of fox-dung. It stunk, but it was worth it. She shot forward. "Die!" she hissed, so quietly Hawkpaw could barely hear. He was strong, but she was swift and determined. Lilykit finally caught him off balance, shoving him into a sharp rock. His eyes widened with pain as he died. "Lilykit..." he rasped with his last breath. "How... could... you?" Suddenly, Stonetalon padded up, horror on his face. "LILYKIT!" he gasped. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?" She growled. "Shut up!" She dug her teeth into his neck, as as his corpse fell to the ground, she dragged in on top of Hawkpaw. "A double murder by a passing kitty-pet," she purred in her head. Smelling loner close by, she rubbed a stick in its scent and rubbed it on the dead cats. Then, she washed the dung- which had hidden her scent flawlessly- off of her pelt in the river, swept a twig over her path to hide her pawsteps that may have popped up, and made sure no evidence would point to her. Silently, she returned to camp. Every night, she swore. Until I rule ShadowClan! She curled up by her mother's side and slept. Nobody had even noticed she was gone. The damage was done.
And it was just starting.