Prologue
Silverpelt shone over the skies of the four clans' territories. The glowing crescent-shaped moon reflected in the water. A single cat crouched down by the navy lake, thinking. How can it be possible? Featherstar doesn't trust me….
His dark red pelt bristled in annoyance. He wanted more power, and only his friend, Lynxheart, and possibly Featherstar knew it. A howl was heard in the distance. The cat's blood red eyes gleamed in fear. The call came from the fields. Coyotes. He tried to ignore it.
Power….how to get power….I can't unless there are more cats who have my trust. Best to get them young…Kits, apprentices! Of course. Their trust would be simple to earn. Berrypaw already respected him as a mentor, so he would be the first target.
The tom stood up, stretched, started to pad away from the lake. There was a plan starting in his mind, ready to unfold, but he just knew the half of it. He needed to somehow get Featerstar's trust, but how?
He muttered simple ideas quietly to himself, eyes fixed on the damp grass as he walked. Suddenly a scent entered his open jaws. Coyotes. The scent was strong- too strong. The dog-like creatures were too near.
Coyotes killed many cats from Sunset Clan, and most cats had terrible fears of them. The tom was one of the few cats from the clans that wasn't terrified of them. Yes, fear was there, but it was not horrible, and the least that the coyotes did was make his neck fur tremble.
Then an evil glint appeared in the cat's eyes. A plan had come, and it was wonderful. He was willing to sacrifice his life for power over all of the forest, and he knew exactly how to do it. The tom laughed quietly, and then trotted back to Sunset Clan camp with a villainous glint in his eyes.