Another day.
Another patrol.
Another meal.
Guard the camp.
Then it was back to sleep.
That was an outline of Dovewing's bland, boring life. She didn't care, nor did she complain about it. The gray she-cat simply went about life, hunting, eating, patrolling, whatever was needed of her.
Oh, and following her sister, Ivypool. She loved her sister, and would do anything that Ivypool asked of her.
Dovewing always did as she was told, though sometimes she'd hesitate to do so. Some of the things her sister would ask of her were…questionable. That included sneaking out of camp, playing pranks on other kits (when they were younger, of course), and skipping duties.
But then came the day that she was asked to do the most preposterous thing of all:
"Let's take over the Clan." Ivypool whispered. Dovewing had known, being that they were sisters, how ambitious the silver-furred she-cat was, but this was just ridiculous.
"W-what?" Dovewing hissed, confused. "Let's..what!?" She lowered her voice. "Why? What do you mean?"
"Of course, I would need to become deputy, first." Ivypool narrowed her eyes. "If either one-leader or deputy-died, I would have a chance."
"I could try to convince Bramblestar to-" Dovewing began shakily. She was only stalling, though. She knew exactly what her sister was talking about, and it sent chills down her spine.
Ivypool's voice was just barely above a whisper. "No, Dovewing. I mean having our leader killed. Bramblestar." She looked right into Dovewing's eyes. "We can do this together, secretly, can't we? We could rule ThunderClan together. Set up our own code, live the way we want to live."
Well, it did sound nice...
Dovewing found herself nodding. "Yes. What do I need to do? I think I remember hearing Jayfeather say something about Bramblestar having…five lives left? Maybe six." She knew this was wrong. She knew, deep in her bones, that everything about this was extremely wrong. But she had to do it. Not only was she enticed by what Ivypool had said, she couldn't do anything but obey her sister. She felt she had to.
"So now we figure out a trap, and how to kill him…" Ivypool purred slightly. "First, let's eat." And she walked toward the fresh-kill pile, Dovewing following close behind. The deputy, Squirrelflight, shared a thrush with her mate, the two discussing something quietly. Dovewing swallowed the lump in her throat, knowing that she and her sister would probably have to kill both of them.
That night the two snuck out into the forest, ready to continue discussing how to take over ThunderClan. Ivypool and Dovewing were silent as they weaved through the forest, careful not to alert the guards at the camp entrance. When they reached the stream between them and WindClan, they stopped. The running water drowned out their voices if they were quiet enough.
"Once Bramblestar is dead, it'll be easy." Ivypool began. Dovewing's heart pounded in both fear and excitement. "Squirrelflight will grieve, and we will have enough time to kill her and show the Clan who their new leaders will be."
She timidly gave her sister a suggestion, not used to helping with the plan. She was usually the one who followed the plan, not created it. "We should make sure the Clan trusts us, and that we become more popular, right? The other Clans, too."
Ivypool nodded modestly. "Yes. Good idea." Dovewing blinked happily in spite of herself. "Hm…how should we set up Bramblestar's death?" Her sister looked thoughtful.
"Deathberries?" Dovewing blurted out, possibly a bit too loud. She quickly shut her mouth, swallowing. "Er, I mean," She lowered her voice. "Poison his food?"
"Yeah, because it's so easy to find those berries in our territory." Ivypool spat scathingly, making Dovewing wince. "If we're going to try to poison him, you'll be in charge of doing so."
Dovewing backed up slightly, lowering her head. "Sorry…"
"I'll figure something out tomorrow. I think we should head back to camp before it gets too late." Ivypool sighed, padding toward the direction of the hollow.