The insanity of Cinnamon (Closed for Briarlight)

Cinnamonpaw slipped out of the shadowclan camp, her eyes slitted. "They don't tell me what to do", thoughts raced in her mind. "Webtail probably hates me now, not like I would care, but I do want to be the leader. The leader of the clans." She unsheathed her claws and scratched the ground, picking up moss and dirt. She started to relive the happenings at the gathering, her eyes sparked with anger. Cinnamonpaw kept her claws unsheathed and went a secret path. There were two bushes, that were covered in death berries. Thus no one would dare come around them, but, cinnamonpaw would. She quickly went through the bushes, their leaves rattled and the twigs holding it together shook. Some scraping her sides, but it didn't hurt that much.

Infront of her lay a twisting path that was covered with dead leaves and bramble bushes. Cinnamonpaw slowly padded through the trail, luckily, she dodged the brambles. The trail led to a tree with a branch that was just big enough that two cats could sit there. She ignored the rancid smells that came from the heart of the carrionplace and lay in the tree. Her tail swishing back and forth, she needed to kill, to taste the blood of an unsuspecting cat in her jaws.

Briarheart had chosen Carrionplace to Mourn Over His Sisters And Mate, and was too upset to notice Cinnamonpaw

Cinnamonpaw's face almost changed immediantly as she sighted briarlight, a shadowclan warrior, whom she was not on either good or bad relations with. But that didn't matter! A devious grin spread across her face and she squinted her eyes in a devilish fashion. She slowly crept down the tree and silently made her way into a bush, luckily there was an open spot so she didn't make a sound. And if any, then it would've been very small and you couldnt've been able to hear it. She quickly ran out of the bushes. She then used killer bite.

Killer Bite does

Kills the Oponent.

-10 stamina for Cinnamonpaw.

Cinnamonpaw's current stats : 20/70

Briarheart let out a yelp for help but it was too late, for he was lying still in the rotten-smelling grass

Cinnamonpaw's devious smile grew larger and she said "No cat will mess with me!". And with that she swished her tail and headed back to camp, leaving the body there for a stray patrol to find. They couldn't pin point the killer, for she was making a silent rampage, she had thought to herself.