A big, light shape was sitting near the river washing his paws, paws that has killed many cats, even cats in his own clan. Deathheart killed so many... He started to lose count. He was a murderer, but no cats were smart enough to find out that he had done the many kills of cats in the clan. Not even his own brother, Lifeheart... Nobody dared to talk to him, he enjoyed the peace though.
Deatheart's orbs shifted to the river, his lobes only hearing the crashing of the water as it the shore, or rocks that stood in the rapids. He lifted his frame off the ground and padded his way over to the shore of the river where the rapids weren't very rough. he lowered his appex and lapped some of the river water, perching his thirst. It was a very hot day, so he had to drink as much water that he could, so he could stay healthy. And to kill.... He felt small drops on his pelt, because of how close he was to the rapids that would splash on solid things like the shore, or rocks. He shook his hide and backed away from the river.
He padded under a dark pine tree where he know would be a peaceful place to take a nap, or would it?








