An icy breeze swept over the silent lake while the silhouette of a cat crept toward the shore. A dark tabby sat, waiting for his visitor, as cold and still as a statue.

"So you came," mewed the tabby icily. "You took your time. I was just about to leave."

"Of course I did." the gray cat replied. "You promised to help me achieve my greatest dream. How could I turn such an offer down?"

"Ashfur, you would be surprised how most cats treat me. I'm halfClan, and my father was a murderer. That's why I chose you. You seem like a smart, good cat, and I would be happy to help you realise your dream."

Ashfur clawed the ground nervously. There must be some catch. He's the son of Tigerstar, for StarClan's sake! Why would he want to help me? "Hawkfrost—" He begun.

The dark tabby interrupted, his ice-blue eyes glittering. "Ah, you must be wondering why I would help you. What do I have to gain? Now, listen closely, and all will become clear."