Claws for Hire. A one-shot story (very very short)

They told me to be careful. But did I listen? Blood was smeared around my muzzle and ringing filled my ears. I'm a monster just like they said. A monster they created. I finally snapped and now here I am, hovering over a dead warrior.

The news that a rouge killed a clan deputy filled the forest. Even someone like me who no longer has many ties with the clans have heard. It wasn't even a sunrise ago and all the clans were looking for me it seemed. His voice still echoed in my head. About his plan to kill some of my family, my group, after they accidentally killed Frostedtip. Breezeheart's mate who happened to be carrying his kits was chasing after my comrades and ended up getting caught in a fox trap. It was an easy mistake. After all, she looked very much like our target. It wasn't a pretty sight and no one was able to help. The jet black tom didn't know I was part of that group. After all, to protect ourselves we would always split up and change names often. We were just a group of claws-for-hire. Killing anyone for the right amount of prey and herbs. The problem with that is something you make bonds with the wrong cats. And clan cats were the worst of all.

My name for now is Bear. But it will keep changing as long as I keep killing and no one is going to stop me from that life style. No one