Let the poison trickle....

Featherpaw dragged Stealthclaw's dead body through RiverClan. The tom had gotten his ribs broken with a fight with two apprentices in ThunderClan. She'd fed him Death Berries when her sister Maplepaw had given them to her, thinking they were Poppy seeds. Featherpaw knew better, so she made an example of him, now she was finding a spot to dispose of him where he won't taint everyone in the clan.

Why was she in RiverClan? Well, this way they'd be more safe, and she can cause an ill future to these RiverClan cats. No one new she was out here, at least she didn't think, and her scent wouldn't be found by the cats of this clan since the rain would wash it clean away. And with most of the cats at the Gathering... this would be easy.

Featherpaw dragged Stealthclaw over to the river. She watched the rushing water, it's strength and size made by the falling rain. She heaved Stealthclaw over, throwing him into the water. His body washed away in the river.

She smirked. Now, with the juices from the death berries still in his mouth, the poisons would mix into the water, and taint the river and the fish. Not only that, but the death from his soon to be rotting body would further pollute the water. First, they may just get bellyaches, then they'd get sicknesses, and then, soon and quick after, death.

Featherpaw turned around and bounded out of the territory, going back to DarkClan to clean up the messes made.

A silver she-cat paces up and sees the body float down the river and she sighs before looking at where the other cat went. "Whoever did this will pay..." the she-cat muttered. She sighs and sits next to the river and starts to mourn. She looks up and pads off, wanting to warn RiverClan but knows she'll most likely die if she does.