Her cold, yellow eyes came out of the darkness, piercing the light of the moon. It's time... She had waited, for a while, and her prey had come to her, well, slightly, but their was no time to think about it now. This was going to be quick, so he wouldn't make a single sound, it was rather dark at this time, and it was perfect for Mossdrop. Getting into a crouch position, the dark brown mackerel tabby slowly slinked toward them, not even making a sound. This was easy, and Mossdrop wasn't in a mood for struggle. Alright... Eyes gleaming with excitement, she was tired of waiting. Quickly! As if on a flash of lightning, Mossdrop sprang, landing square on the apprentice's back. She wasn't going to do introductions today. Quickly, the tabby bit harshly at the apprentices neck, this would do the trick, they wouldn't be able to scream for help, and slowly bleed to death.