Darkfrost's fury

Chapter 6

Darkfrost stalked through the snow like a deadly predator.
I DESERVE to be leader, she thought. I am only doing StarClan's will.

She padded into the snow-crusted ferns, searching for her sister.

Then she froze and crouched at the snowy bracken as she heard paw steps.
Paw steps came closer, then a glimpse of white fur from the bush in front of her.
Snowpelt!

Darkfrost backed carefully from the bush, hoping Snowpelt would stay in one spot like prey. If she did, that would make this job so much easier...
She felt a silent triumph as Snowpelt sniffed the air and had let out a low growl, seeming to search for any prey from where she is.

She circled through the bushes, like a poisonous snake cornering its prey. She silently pushed her way through the bushes to see Snowpelt's back was right to her.

With a hiss, Darkfrost sprang forward, claws extended. She had landed on her back, and she wrapped her paws around Snowpelt's chest.

Snowpelt let out a hiss of pain, and she swung her head in fury at Darkfrost. "Darkfrost! Get off me, you fox-dung! What-"
Snowpelt's mew was cut short as a howl of pain as Darkfrost had dug her jaw right into the back of Snowpelt's.
Seeing as it wasn't enough to kill this foxheart, she dug her jaw deeper into Snowpelt's flash as red, scarlet blood spurted and colored Darkfrost's muzzle.

Darkfrost fell herself lower as Snowpelt's body limp. As she walked over her and looked at her face, she saw there was a clouded gaze in her eyes.

Snowpelt was dead.

She let out a purr of triumph, licking the blood from her muzzle.
All those times you beat me, bullied me...
Who's the stronger now?

But it still didn't satisfy the bitterness in her heart, which surprised her. Snowpelt was dead now, the cat who made it her life goal to make Darkfrost's life miserable, and stole Cloudspots from her. So why wasn't she happy now?

A image came into her mind of a black tom with white speckles on his fur, and a memory of him slapping her on the cheek when she was just a kit. Ravenspots! she hissed. A cat that doesn't deserve to call himself a father, a cat who preferred Snowpelt rather than me all because he didn't like me, who made my mother cry for the cruel mate she had.

Now she knew why her heart still held the coldness.
And she was gonna fix it.

Just like she fixed it with Snowpelt.