Fluffypaw climbed to his paws, racing out of the camp. It's the dawn patrol.

He heard a rustle in the bushes.

A kittypet!

He leaped forward, slicing the kittypet's throat as the cat fell to the ground with a thud. Dead. Relish spread through Fluffypaw's body as he saw the dead body.

Two rogues padded by, and he jumped at them, quickly biting their throats. He was as nimble as SwiftClan.

He caught up to the patrol, padding back to camp.