A running spree [Closed]

Two cats wondered through the territory, they were separated from the forest. A SkyClan apprentice and a WindClan apprentice. The WindClan apprentices name was Finchpaw, and the SkyClan apprentices name was Brackenpaw, he was a new apprentice who barley knew how to fight. The two wondered as they met each other in a clearing they snarled, unsheathing both their claws they spat threats at each other until they scented a new scent, a RiverClan apprentices scent.


OOC: Aspenpaw can use killing bite on both of them if you want.

Aspenpaw kept downwind in the bushes, his tail flat against the ground as he crouched. He licked his lips, the bloodlust raging. Since killing Aerrow with Lionpaw, he couldn't stop. He wanted to kill. He wanted to kill them. The two young apprentices before him would soon die, their pitiful bodies curled up in dead little piles of rot... He wanted that. He soon noticed that the two had found his scent. With a smile perking onto his maw, he lunged out as the two came closer. He lunged onto Finchpaw, the older one, first, pinning her down with his claws, biting into her neck before she could move. The thrill of overpowerment meant everything to him as the squeals of her terror died down. With a devilish look on his face, the apprentice turned to Brackenpaw, ready to chase him down, claws unsheathed and coated with blood as he prepared to lunge.

Finchpaw's mouth was laid open as she was killed, her throat dripped blood.

Brackenpaw looked at the she-cat apprentice and looked away from Aspenpaw, he tried to escape but tripped himself.

Aspenpaw's greedy eyes watched as the tom tripped, and he prepared his attack. He crouched and lunged, landing on the smaller apprentices back and flipping him over, sinking his claws into his chest fur and biting his throat. The taste of the scarlet liquid filled him, making his lust for blood satisfied. With another good scraping on the toms chest and the bite deeper, he was done, leaving the bodies for a moment. He washed his pelt of blood, and dragged the apprentices bodies to the river, slowly, for his body was not very strong yet.
As soon as they were both in the river, he shoved them so they would flow away to some bigger connection with the lake far off. Satisfied, he walked home, hoping to find another terrifying kill the next day.