PROLOGUE
The wind howled through the forest, leaves and trees shaking as if they were a terrified kit in the clutches of an eagle. In this dim twilight, a dark silhouette could be seen. "I thought you'd never come!" The now-apparent figure of a large tomcat snarled at a bush. Another cat slid out of the bush, this time a short, lanky she-cat. "Do not be so impatient, dear little kit. You merely came early. We were to meet here at moon-high exactly, and you came before."
"Do not call me kit! I was early only because I promised Silentstar that I would make sure the coast was clear in my shift, before going hunting. RiverClan cats are in high alert. Your followers have been making quite a ruckus, and I barely stopped myself from killing one in the last battle. They are seeming to forget who you are working with." He narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "One would think you are pushing my limit… Seeing how far I could trust…"
"And one would think you're being a bit paranoid!" She giggled, though humor was not in her eyes. She flicked her tail across his nose. "Now, what is the real reason you scheduled this… playdate?" The tom growled lowly.
"I've seemed to have already expressed that. RiverClan is on edge. Silentstar is on edge. They are starting to suspect a traitor is among us- at least, Beewhisper is. He's already brought me into the leader's den to discuss it with our silver-furred kit of a leader. I'm putting my life on the line for this, and you're not making it any better! Apprentices from your pathetic Clan have started targeting me. And I have to believe you have nothing to do with this?!"
"Haha, so funny!" She purred, winding her tail around him.
"What do you think you're doing?!" He growled, though he seemed frozen to the spot.
"Oh, you'll like it…" She licked his ear.
"Get off m-" The tom was cut off as teeth met his neck. He gave a strangled scream before collapsing to the ground, blood pouring over his white chest, staining it dark red.
The she-cat kicked his dying body disgustedly. "What a waste of my time…" She snarled. She washed off the scent in a stream, shook her fur dry, and padded silently back to camp, using the entrance behind the dirtplace to enter her camp and slipped into the warrior's den.
"Where've you been?" said a sleepy voice. She turned her head to see a drowsy, young black and white warrior lifting their head and staring at her.
"Just been to the dirtplace, Spiderfoot…" She gave a convincing yawn. At that, the warrior rolled back over and soon snores could be heard echoing around the den.
Mission accomplished, though it took too much time, she thought to herself as she settled into a nest, purring and examining her paws.