Finally, Silentstar stopped in the middle of a diminutive clearing, her voice uncharacteristically soft as she said to Ashenflank, " I need you to help me kill someone".
Silent stars POV
"I need you to help me kill someone" she spoke, turning to face Ashenflank. Those green eyes flared – barely. If Ashenflank was shocked, she didn't show it. " Who?" was all she asked.
"Sparrowfur of Thunderclan. A brown she-cat with a light brown patch on her chest, and orange/gold eyes, "
Silentstar explained to Ashenflank. " The deputy" Ashenflank said finally after a long pause. She only nodded soundlessly. "I need you to imagine to be somewhere hidden in Thunderclan territory," she told the apprentice.
"Not yet!"
she meowed in warning as the apprentice began to shimmer.
"If I'm touching you, then as you go to wherever, I will go as well. Then I will have to hide and make sure that no cat see's me until I can go back to the Dark Forest. Got it?"
she asked Ashenflank, who nodded. She laid her tail on the apprentice's shoulder lightly, the ebony fur swallowed up by her grey fur. Silentstar felt a peculiar feeling as she was transported back to the earth she had been born on, hunted on, become apprenticed on, killed on, become a warrior, deputy and leader on, and finally died nine times on. " How's your mother?" she asked, blinking away the burning in her eyes, and almost stepped off into thin air. She swallowed a hiss and turned to Ashenflank, who was trying not to purr in amusement. "That was uncalled for…" she muttered irritably. " Duskmoon is fine, and we are near the Thunderclan camp. Sparrowfur often leaves the camp at night to wander the forest, for whatever reason. She should walk right underneath us, and it's far enough away from camp for her to not easily be heard, and she is quite unfit." Ashenflank told her. Looking around, she could see they were on a low limb of a large oak tree, roughly five fox-lengths from the ground, the leaves concealing them from the ground below. In the distance, she could see the Thunderclan camp, although it was silent. Her thoughts wandered to Sparrowfur. She was trying to stir up trouble and had almost convinced their clan leader, Logstar, a brown tom, that the Dark Forest was indeed real and posed a threat to them.
However, the general camp opinion was that the Dark Forest wasn't real and that something needed to be done about this meddling mouse-brained deputy.
Well, she and Ashenflank would be happy to oblige. As if in answer to her thoughts, a small figure padded through the undergrowth beneath them. Ashenflank tilted her head uncertainly, unsure of what to do. She flicked her tail, signalling that she should stay behind Sparrowfur and that she would go in front. Ashenflank nodded and lept from the tree branch silently, the slight movement of the branches the only sign she had ever been there.
Silentstar ran through the trees tops, leaping from branch to branch until she came to a clearing, a large old oak tree at the base of it. She lept down soundlessly, the pawsteps of the unaware victim-to-be the only sound in the silent forest, as though the whole world were holding its breath for the confrontation that was about to begin. She sat down at the base of the tree, folding her tail over her paws and began to groom herself, the silver half-light of the moon the only light in the clearing as a brown she-cat with a light brown patch on her chest and orange/gold eyes stepped into the clearing, her eyes flaring with shock that was quickly hidden behind narrowed eyes as she stared at her. "Well well well, Silentstar. Fancy seeing you here"