A black tom with amber eyes and a white mark above his nose slunk out of the shadows. His eyes were slits. As fast as lightning, a tan tabby she-cat shot out from in front of him. For a second they stood there, watching each other, before
shooting blows at each other. "Life is a game to you, isn't it Shadowstar?" the she-cat yowled in fury. The tom laughed. " It is a game that I must win. When you are out of my way, Sandstar, I will be leader of another clan! Soon the forest will be bowing before me!" Sandstar growled," And what would you have won?" Shadowstar smiled evilly," Only the entire forest." Sandstar leapt at the tom an took him by surprise. She bit his neck, killing him. "I will take over the forest, no matter how much I must do. I had three kits," he said with his last breath. Sandstar shook her head and bounded back to the camp of Lightningclan. During that hour when Shadowstar was killed, there was when a new prophecy was made. "The three kits made of darkness will band together to escape the darkness inside of them."
