Angry Rogue! (IF YOUZ NOT SPOTPAW, GET OUT!)

Shreddedheart's eyes gleamed menacingly, her tongue licking her teeth. She had just killed a porcupine- a tasty, but difficult, meal. The porcupine blood was a welcome treat, though she could agree cat blood was the very best. She waited at the RiverClan border, the scent of a young apprentice floating through the air. Her heart gave a quick thump of excitement. It had been moons since she had killed the DarkClan queen, Clover. The queen, slow and untrained, was too easy to kill. She hoped an apprentice would pose more of a challenge. She didn't want fat dumpy queens, she wanted lively apprentices and warriors. She was upwind, she knew the foolish apprentice would not be able to scent her. She hid behind a bush and waited for her next meal to come.

Spotpaw sighed as she walked through the territory. Another boring day it seemed, and it was cold out. She wasn't looking forward to the cold days of leaf-bare that seemed to rush towards them. They'd have to get as much fish as they could from the river before it started to freeze. Luckily, the flurries of snow sailed through the air and melted at a single touch to the ground.

Even if the days hadn't become as cold as they promised to, Spotpaw dreaded fishing in the river now. It froze her paws every time she even put a claw in there, and the chill stung her. He coat wasn't thick, it was sleek. She almost envied the WindClan cats that walked around with their fluffy coats that kept them so much more warmer than the other clans.

She walked over to the river and sat down, looking into the clear waters. She waited for an unsuspecting fish to come her way and make a meal for one of her clanmates.