Leafpool silently padded over the fallen leaves. She had a firm grip on the cleaver she was carrying in her mouth.  The moonlight made the blade glow.
'Leafpool.' she thought. 'What a stupid name. Cleavepool would be more exciting. Yes, Cleavepool.'
Her paws stopped moving. Thunderclan camp was  right through these bushes.
'Am I really going to do this? Will I really kill these cats? They are innocent... No.
they're not. They caused me so much pain and suffering...'

Yes. She was going to do this. She would spare no cat's life. She would pick them off one by one...

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Cleavepool silently set her knife down outside of the camp entrence.  She silently walked into the warriors den and woke up Brambleclaw.
"Brambleclaw, do you want to go on a nighttime hunt with me?"  Cleavepool looked at him pleadingly.
"Leafpool, I'm trying to sleep."  now leave me alone.
"Please, Brambleclaw? I really want your help."
"Fine. Where are we going to hunt?" Brambleclaw yawned.
"By the lake. You should go ahead of me." There was a hint of excitment in Cleavepool's eyes.
She followed Brambleclaw out of camp, stopping to pick up her cleaver.  She walked silently, so brambleclaw couldnt hear her. When Brambleclaw stopped at the lake, he looked around. "Leafpool? Where are you?"

Just at that moment Cleavepool came charging out of the bushes.

Brambleclaw screached. Cleavepool  Jumped past him, using her cleaver to tear his side open.  Blood gushed everywhere spilling into the lake tuning it a bright ruby color. Brambleclaw fell into the sand and rock staining it with blood. Cleavepool walked up to him and set her knife down. "So Brambleclaw," she whispered. "Does it hurt? Im sorry, I dont know of any herbs that will heal you, or keep it uninfected. Might as well finish you off, eh?"
Brambleclaw's eyes widened as Cleavepool picked up the cleaver, raised it, and brought it crashing down into Brambleclaw's skull.

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Cleavepool looked at the corpse. What should she do with it? The lake seemed like a good idea. She put one white paw on his neck, grabbed the cleaver's handle with her mouth, and pulled it out. She set it down in the shallow part of the water, washing away the blood.
She then pushed the body out into the lake, guiding it further away from the shore, until she was swimming. Cleavepool didn't like water, but it was the only way she would get clean, and think about it. She could get rid of the body at the same time! What a great deal.
After the corpse of the deputy had sunk, Cleavepool swam back to shore and shook her pelt. Picking up her cleaver, she walked to camp. She stashed the cleaver in her medicine den behind her herbs she had stored. Laying down in her nest, she fell asleep.