Talk:The Herb Patch/@comment-5331607-20121201065831/@comment-4312567-20121201075937

"No, not to be an assassin. His role was the detective."

A chillingly familiar voice pierced the air, and a jet-black cat suddenly appeared and lifted Nightkit by the tail, his claws piercing right through the black tail. He unsheathed one wickedly sharp claw and traced a line across the kitten's throat. A stream of blood began making its way down Nightkit's head--(reverse gravity--he's held upside down, remember) down his chin, into his open mouth. The black cat smiled coldly at the kitten's horrified expression.

"Surprised, are you, my strong, brave warrior? You'd better be. In fact, you should've been an apprentice by now. But oh, Nightclan has more apprentices than instructors, do they? Maybe I can... cut down their numbers somewhat."

Stormfire tried to go to Nightkit and Mistshadow and wrest the kitten out of his unforgiving claws. But Mosswhisker whispered something in her ear that made her stop, as if turned to stone, her frightened expression clear on her face.