Birchfall gave me a nod of approval. "Great job, Bumblestripe! Time for the death blow!"

Dovewing tried a final time to rise to her feet. She staggered forward a few steps and somehow made it out of camp. It felt good to see her suffer. 

I followed her through the thorn tunnel. She was leaning against a tree, needing something or someone to support her weight. I watched as she limped a few more tail-lengths and then I turned around.

Bramblestar looked at me as I returned to the stone hollow. "You fought well, Bumblestripe. Rosepetal has volunteered to go tell the other Clans tomorrow morning, so that she can wait for the dawn patrol instead of trespassing without permission at night."

Tigerheart POV 

I snuck out of the warriors den, careful not to wake any of the other warriors, and walked out of the camp entrance, trying to act casual in case I was caught, so I didn't look too suspicious. As soon as I was out into the familiar pines, I raced towards the ThunderClan border, excited to see the gorgeous gray she-cat that I loved.

I stopped as I saw a lifeless form at the border from a distance, lying in a pool of blood. I ran closer to see who it was.

My eyes widened in horror. Dovewing was motionless on the ground and there was a deep wound in her stomach.

Rage filled me. I grabbed her gently by the scruff. She looked so peaceful, as if she were sleeping. The pale white moonlight turned her soft fur to silver. I didn't know what else to do, so I carried her back to our camp, unable to tell if she was breathing or not. Please, StarClan, don't let it be too late.

"I will kill whoever did this to you," I whispered.

I arrived at the ShadowClan medicine cat den and brought her inside. "Littlecloud!"

Littlecloud seemed surprised as he sat up groggily. "Tigerheart? What is this?"

"I couldn't sleep tonight so I went to go hunting." The lie slipped out of my mouth. "I decided to go by the ThunderClan border and I found her body here. I can't tell, is she dead?"

I tried to act like I didn't care, but inwardly I was begging StarClan that he said no.

Normal POV

It was the next morning and Rosepetal had already left. The she-cat was going to WindClan first, then RiverClan, and lastly ShadowClan.

Squirrelflight had just finished organizing the patrols for the day. To my surprise, for once I hadn't been assigned to one. Finally! It'll be nice to have a day off. 

I felt uneasy. I had enjoyed battling Dovewing; it was fun for me to watch her collapse onto her side, hardly able to stand. It was a strange feeling, and it's hard to explain unless you've been in my situation before. But once you kill one cat, you have this need to kill more. Murdering cats is such an addicting thing. It horrifies you at first, but you need to come back and do it again to satisfy the voices that scream at you inside your head. It makes you feel stronger the more you do it, as if nothing can break you, and eventually you learn to live for that feeling and that feeling alone. You become imperturbably calm. You grow to be so emotionless that it numbs all of your inner pain. You long for blood to stain your claws and for the ground to be littered with the dead bodies of warriors that you killed, nothing else. And if you try to stop being a murderer, you only feel weak and like a coward.
It worried me. I wasn't sure how long I could contain those feelings. They were overwhelming and they slowly took over every part of my mind. They were impossible to control forever; however, I hoped I could keep up this act for a little while.

The annoying ginger deputy walked over to me. The Dark Forest knows, I hated Squirrelflight almost as much as I despised Dovewing and Tigerheart. She thought her ideas were always right, and if you tried to tell her otherwise, it was like the Great Battle broke out all over again. Although Tigerstar's attack was more tolerable than her screaming if you disagreed with her. She had such an arrogant personality, and she was the last cat I would've ever chosen to be my deputy if I was Bramblestar. She had the largest ego of any cat around the lake.

Squirrelflight's eyes had the usual before-I-say-anything-just-know-I'm-right gleam in them. "Bumblestripe, I need to talk to you."

I gulped. "Okay. Talk to me then."

"No." Squirrelflight shook her head, seeming frustrated. "Alone. Outside of camp."

I hesitated. This could be a great chance to kill her! I'd never liked her anyways; ThunderClan would be better off with a different deputy. Squirrelflight's fiery temper couldn't be tolerated from a cat in a leadership role. But I had to make sure no cat knew I was with her or else I'd look suspicious. What if they knew it was me who murdered her?

But, if she wanted to talked to me, then she might know that I killed Icecloud. And that would mean I had no choice but to send her to StarClan early.

I looked her in the eye. "Very well. Meet me at sunhigh by the training hollow."

A/N: Did you guys enjoy Tigerheart POV? :) I hope you did, please share your thoughts with me in the comments!