The molly slithered through the foliage, silent. Her ears pricked, tail still, and eyes narrowed. She scanned the trainee who was busy focusing on a shrew. She smiled and slowly stalked forward. The wind was in her favor today. The felines readied her hind-legs and leaned backward, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce. She waited for the trainee to be absolutely unaware of her presence  before taking her final step forward.

         The trainee jolted in fear and turned around rapidly. He sighed in relief and took a few deep breaths.

         Noticing her friend's fear, Splitpaw who was hunting close by gave Sagepaw a concerned look, "You okay?"

         Heatherwind rasped, "Stay alert. This killer could be anywhere."

         Breezewhisper emerged from the nearby bushes with a frustrated scowl but her expression softened to comfort her trainee, "Be careful." She paused, "Well, anyway, keep hunting. I just missed a starling. Sooooo... yea."

         The patrol soon returned to camp with two voles, a hare, and a finch. Plenty for six cats. The clan was now almost used to losing a cat. Every day they lived in anxiety of who would be taken out next.

         Breezewhisper called for the two trainees, "Sagepaw? Splitpaw? Get some food and then go help Softrose fix up camp."

         The trainees nodded and plucked the two voles that they had just hunted and retreated to their den.

        Sagepaw slowly bit out of his prey and sighed, "Who do you think the killer is?"

         "I... I'm not sure," Splitpaw responded. "I kinda hoped the killer stopped. Maybe they've had enough?"

         "Perhaps..." he trailed off. "I really miss- Splitpaw! Get— Peachstone!" He broke into wheezing and clutched the grass around him with his paws in fear and pain. His muscles began burning up and he struggled for air.

         Splitpaw dashed to the healer's den, "Peachstone! Quick! Something's wrong with Sagepaw! He can't breathe!"

         The healer nipped some herbs from her storage and hurried to the coughing tom. "Quick, eat this!" Peachstone placed a root in front of him and he bent down to pick it up.

         Sagepaw painfully chewed the root but it was too late. His eyes filled with agony and his muscles tensed, he slowly dropped to the ground. His heart began to slow and soon his spirit left.

         "NO!" screamed Splitpaw. 

Sagepaw. Gone.

A little bit of logic can be put to use for this one >:)