Rot meets Goldenpool (For me and Blue only please)

A young, apprentice aged rouge sat at the river, lapping it's cold waters to quench his thirst. It had been about a week since Rot had come to the forest, but he still had a lot of area to search before he would leave. The rouge was desperately looking for kin he had been told about, it was one of his only living kin left. Rot stopped drinking and started to work on cleaning his pelt; he carefully licked out the dirt and tangles in his long, reddish-brown fur. His small tail was sprawled out behind him on the ground as he worked out every knot and leaf. Suddenly, he heard a sound. Rot paused what he was doing and turned around, claws out and senses alert. By one smell of the air, Rot knew that it wasn't a Riverclan cat coming his way. Whoever it was, the cat was probably going to be hostile toward Rot, maybe even tell their leader. Rot couldn't let that happen. It was time to get his claws bloody.

Golden pool sniffed the area after scenting a weird odor. She'd heard many stories of rouges and none had ended good. Golden pool slipped closer to the river and spotted a young tom. She growled slightly.mThe large golden she-cat leaped forward and landed in front of Rot, fur bristling.

"What are you doing here, you pest?" Rot spat with narrowed eyes. The best way to kill her with the least amount of evidence was by drowning her. Rot crouched down, his fur risen and his teeth barred. "Come and get me, you slug!" He turned around and ran into the river, hoping that the warrior would fall into his trap.

Goldenpool was smart. She knew what he was going to do, (just push her into the water during the fight) so she quickly dashed sideways and tackled Rot.

Rot hissed as he was tackled. "Bad move, fish breath," he growled as he used his smaller size as an advantage by ducking under Goldenpool. He then jumped onto her back and used all of his weight to smash his paws onto her head, holding it into the water. Once he felt her die beneath him, Rot jumped off and left her body to float down the river. It was the perfect way to kill; no blood, no scent trail, no evidence. Perfect.

OOC: So sorry this is late :(

Goldenpool let out a horrified screech as she hit the water. She hadn't prepared herself and soon the bubbles stopped and her body went limp. It slid into the water and began to sink as it was washed away.

OOC: That's fine! :)