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Ludicrous Lunacy
( Just to clarify, this is Figpaw's death. Before being in the territory, earlier, Mossdrop asked them on a patrol, and she plans on murdering them, just so you know. Mossdrop plan is to ambush them quickly, so it'll be a quick death, she's kinda not in the mood for brutal deaths. )
Mossdrop trudged through the undergrowth, fury glistening in her optics as she silently padded through the forest, tail thwacking at the ferns, and an occasional tree as she glared around the territory. Another pathetic Starclan Supporter, trudging their merrie ways in Thunderclan. It was irritating. Some apprentices must be picked off, but where would one be? Out hunting, a logical thing, of course. Figpaw, was an easy target, but for now, she would wait for the perfect moment to finish the cat off, as it were. Suspicions were out of the question. She practiced emotions quite well, so they wouldn't suspect her being...murderous, bloodthirsty, and ultimately, evil. Eyes softening, so they wouldn't suspect a thing, she stopped suddenly, ear twitched as she gazed around, a huge clearing, perfect, easy way to ambush the apprentice, almost too easy. But Mossdrop didn't really care about that, didn't she?