GoldHolly wanted to leave camp, but she wasn't allowed to... Until she was finally kicked out. She knew exactly what she had to do, walking over to the apprentice den. A great idea dawned upon her, but a cruel one at that. Looking at where some of the apprentices were, she hissed at them and grabbed one of them by the neck, pulling out of the den and holding them up. They were a newer apprentice, only young, and as GoldHolly flung the 'paw upon the ground, it was already halfdead, crying out for help. Just as Shadowstar began to run to see what was going on, GoldHolly took her claws to the younglings throat, and ShadowStar got there just in time to see it. "GoldHolly! Enough! Out of this Clan to go now, and never return, you sick, sick person!" He yowled at her, stirring the attention of the other cats of the Clan, that saw the poor dead apprentice. The mentor would have to mourn its death now. GoldHolly, feeling dismissed, ran in to the wilderness as fast as she could, hoping to find the rouge she loved.