A murder Witnessed(Closed)

It was probably late night early morning ish,A gray blue tabby she cat padded through Thunderclan territory. She was unable to sleep that night. She has been made warrior only a moon back and had decided since she was unable to sleep and the other warriors and clanmates weren't up her she would check the borders. She evetually came over to the Skyclan border slowly her green eyes looking around

Through the long shadows of the night, a she-cat prowled. Her black-and-white pelt almost blended into the darkness, save for flashes of the lighter colour. That didn't matter. Sagepaw's...murder, well, she liked to think of it as an assassination - was botched and rushed, she had realized. Not her finest kill, but the well-meaning tom was long dead now, and that was all that she cared for. Tonight's prey would be easy, swift and silent. Practically target practice.
She knew Lightningstrike would be here tonight. She'd followed his scent all the way out, and knew there would be no better opportunity to make the kill. He was born and raised in ShadowClan, and she knew there was no reason he could be trusted, even with her complete disloyalty to her own clan. He was a formidable fighter anyhow, and it seemed as though Crowstar was warming up to him - trusting him. And that can't happen. This would be easy if she caught him by surprise with a swift bite to the neck. No witnesses, and if he was too slow to die, she would be sure to make it as painful as possible. The cruelty of the idea made the deadly warrior smile slightly. She took great pleasure in murder - what else made her feel alive?

However, so focused on tracking down the SkyClan tom, Magpieclaw failed to notice the innocent ThunderClan apprentice, moments away from discovering her.
Innocent no more.

Lightningstrike was laying on the trunk of the Fallen Oak. He was watching the stars with interest he never really had before. Now, he wasn't wasting time. He had caught a few mice and a pigeon already, they laid on the ground to be picked up later. Scraping the bark with his claws, he took in a breath of the mingled scents the border held. It was fresh which, he thought was odd, it was late. Lounging there, he sighed and laid hours had in his paws. The quiet was nice compared to the bustle of the day, a few owls, leaves, and nothing else.

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Slowly, Magpieclaw stalked the tom, her footsteps silent. She'd have to be quick, before he caught whiff of her scent. She was mere paces behind him now, and he was still completely oblivious.

Then she pounced.

With claws flying, the she-cat latched onto Lightningstrike's fur, dragging him down to the ground with streaks of crimson blood trailing behind. She wasted no time delivering the killing blow - a strong, sharp bite to the neck. She sunk her teeth in deep, enjoying the sensation of feeling his body go limp beneath her. And that was it - one more off the list. Magpieclaw dropped the corpse. She gazed upon it with satisfaction, the silvery pelt of the dead warrior bruised, battered and surrounded by a pool of red. The blood oozed from the murder's jaw and stained her claws and pelt, but she didn't care. It was a job well done. The ThunderClan scent would make it seem as though the opposing clan had killed him.
Ah yes, she felt alive.

Jaysong had only stayed quiet as she was at the border but as she saw the murder her eyes widened and her ears went back against her head.

Speaking of that ThunderClan scent....
Magpieclaw's head shot up as the full extent of the smell hit her. That wasn't just fresh, was it? That was more than fresh...that was here, right now. She couldn't have been so careless, could've she? To not check the area first? She scanned the clearing frantically, though she let none of it show in her face.
And there was the little weasel.
She was a small thing, no bigger than an apprentice. But that didn't matter. She still had a mouth, and Magpieclaw knew that was more dangerous than claws.
"You," she snarled, slowly padding up to the apprentice, with merciless eyes and a huge, brooding muscular frame on display. Her maw and pelt still dripped with crimson - a truly terrifying sight to behold. "-will say nothing of what you just saw. You'll shut your mouth and never, ever bring up me. Unless, of course, you want to end up like him." With the last sentence, she unsheathed her red-stained claws again threateningly. "Understood, little kit?"

Jaysong ears laid flat against her head in horror. She couldn't believe what she saw. She had to tell someone but who. She blinked once then twice frozen in place for a moment. That is until the killed started to come her direction. Surely she could fight the she of she attack. Her fur bushed out slightly at her words."do you think I'm a coward to back down from you"she hissed."I'm a warrior you keep that in mind"she said. The hair along her bushed out back bristled slightly.