anesthetics.

[Mapleclaw]

There was Violet.
The inky she-cat with the delicate paws, who never strayed further away than the circumference of the Snakerocks - VenomClan camp. She couldn't make herself fall asleep, and so left the camp. The VenomClan warrior knew that the other Clan cats were awake - because it was day. VenomClanners preferred the night. But with Leafbare approaching with cold paws and bitter winds, the short nights grew longer and closer. More things can get done when the nights lived longer.
Above, the sky stretched wide and steely gray. Violet could sense it was mid-day, and that she was somewhere near the Fourtrees. I wonder what gatherings are like. Venomstar and a close band of his loyal followers were all who shared stories of their monthly strength and independance at every gathering.

But then there was Violet, the darkly furred she-cat who stayed a quiet member who preferred loneliness. There was Violet, whose china-blue eyes brought no empathy yet no apathy. Yet, she was content with her quaint and seemingly boring life. You wouldn't have expected the little she-cat to carry a deep secret... and a stolen squirrel hanging from her jaws.
Its russet tail swung about as she stumbled about Clan borders.

[VANESSA]

There was a rustling in the frost-dusted gorse and thistles, and Nettleclaw emerged from the flora. Gazelleleap followed, her tan head poking through the broad leaves, a moment later. They hardly went anywhere without one another. The sandy she-cat narrowed her pale eyes in suspicion.
"What," Nettleclaw started silkily, his dark blue eyes falsely warm. "Are you doing with that squirrel? Squirrels only run through ThunderClan and SkyClan grounds. Which you both obviously not from." The ThunderClan warrior stretched his neck forward to examine the inky she-cat's scent, although it was obvious that the reek of murky drinking water and natural sodium from rocks rolled from the intruder's sleek pelt.

[Mapleclaw]

Violet spun around, the deep reddish brown tail of her killed squirrel slapped the she-cat's rounded face. For a moment she fretted, but calmed. They can't harm me. They're afraid of Venomstar. They wouldn't cause things to be more tense.
"It's a gift." Violet lied convincingly. "For Thunderstar. Believe me. VenomClan and Venomstar wishes no ill on anyone."

[Powderfur]

"I think your lying" said a white she-cat walking from the Windclan border with an angry look on her doll-like face. "VenomClan cats are no good!"

[Mapleclaw]

Violet ignored Powderfur's outburst and flicked her black tail dismissively. "Those with bias will keep their bias, it seems." she mewed in return, keeping her solid gaze at Nettleclaw. For now, he seemed to be the biggest threat to Violet's health.

[VANESSA]

"Just leave that squirrel here and leave," Nettleclaw growled, his claws digging into the frosted ground. "I don't want any VenomClan scum here." The mottled tom shifted his gaze from the little black she-cat to the white one, with the scent of WindClan rolling off from her well-kempt pelt. "She's right. You're all no good. Snakerocks is rightfully ThunderClan's territory."

[Dawnstep]

Powderfur growled in return, keeping her gaze at the intruding VenomClanner.

[Mapleclaw]

"I-" Violet was about to argue, but saw that it was no use. Three warriors were teamed up against her. "I'm sorry. I'll leave now. Take your dratted squirrel!" she ended with a note of a growl, before disappearing into the undergrowth that lead to the Snakerocks. Those fools! They'll pay for humiliating me! ME!