The full moon floated aimlessly behind the darkened clouds, casting beams of white light to dapple the path the Shadowclan patrol followed home. Padding behind Whitetail,Nightshade, and Tigerstar, Poisonfang's heart felt heavy with guilt from her actions. ' It's all Fireheart's fault... telling stories, trying to gain more power to make everyone think ShadowClan can't control their warriors. Just to get everyone over the fact he was a filthy kittypet.'she thought. "I can't believe you!" Whitetail suddenly reeled around to face his daughter. "Out of all your actions this is probably most disappointing!" Poisonfang's ears flattened shamefully.

Whitetail lifted his chin " You ought to be thrown out of ShadowClan for the way you made us look."

"You are not the leader Whitetail." Nightshade addressed the ShadowClan deputy. "Tigerstar is."

Tigerstar froze, and nodded to Nightshade. "Ferretwhisker." He nodded to the scrawny black-and-silver she-cat." Take the patrol home." Ferretwhisker nodded then pelted into the tunnel, the rest of the patrol on her tail.

"Go with them." His amber gaze flicked over to Nightshade and Whitetail. "I wish to talk to her alone."

"Very well Tigerstar." The black she-cat nodded, before motioning Whitetail into the tunnel below ThunderPath.

Poisonfang shifted her paws awkwardly as Tigerstar stared quietly at the ground. "Tigerstar I- I'm sorry for what I did back there." The grey she-cat stuttered. "I'm not angry or disappointed." He smiled slightly.

"Your not." Poisonfang's eyes brightened a little.

He shook his head" Come take a walk with me we'll talk more." He led the way back to ShadowClan territory. Her paws tapped the autumn leaves as she sped into a trot beside the Shadowclan leader.

"I'm proud of you." Tigerstar whispered. Poisonfang felt warm beneath her pelt. Her father had never told her he was proud of her. Even when Rosewing was alive.

"Really?" Poisonfang meowed.

Tigerstar nodded. "Ever since you were a kit I knew you had an amazing gift." He placed his tail on her shoulders. Poisonfang's eyes gleamed brightly at his words.

He went on" But every gift needs proper mentoring."

She smiled, looking shyly at her paws. "I'm a warrior, I already had mentoring."

"Your not going back to a paw." Tigerstar let out a friendly purr"I'm just going to teach you how to use your gift."

Her whiskers twitched slightly as he went on.

"I will teach you how to use it more efficiently, but first you have to do something for me."

"Anything." She offered quickly. Tigerstar leaned in so his muzzle touched the tip of her ear"Kill Sandstorm."

His words caused shock to ride up her spine. "W-Why?" Poisonfang tried to make her words sound normal and not fearful.

"You know I hate Fireheart."

"Yeah." Poisonfang answered.

"And that I hate him with a vengeance just like you right now." He sneered and unslethed his claws.

"Yes,Tigerstar." She nodded digging her claws in the ground thinking about the lies Fireheart told and how he was the cause of his Clan's tension.

"So, if you kill his mate Sandstorm it will weaken him. She is supposed to have his kits next moon. I want you to kill her two moons from now, her kits will be devastated." He explained, with low growl rumbling in his throat.

Poisonfang the pressure of her leaders order weighed like a stone in her belly. But she managed to rack up the courage to muster a slight nod.

"It's settled then, you will kill Sandstorm in two moons. Of course like I said earlier you will need the proper mentoring for such a slaughter." He paused and showed pride in his eyes."We start tomorrow at sunhigh, after dawn patrol with your apprentice."

"Yes Tigerstar."

Tigerstar's soft smile grew wider as if he was watching his kit kill for the first time. "Go home now and rest, you'll have a long day tomorrow."

Poisonfang pelted toward camp occasionally turning her head over her shoulder to glance at her proud leaders face.

"He's proud of me." She whispered, breathlessly as she finally made it to camp. She then pushed through the bracken barrier, and made it into the clearing. Her pads ached from the run back.

'Maybe I should see Nightshade tomorrow.' Poisonfang thought while she gave a luxurious stretch and made her way into the warrior's den. She finally made it to her nest and snuggled her nose in her chest. Then dozed off.

Poisonfang was padding through short dried up grass, her paws sinking into blood at every step. A hard, rough breeze gripped her fur. As she came upon a hill and peer over to see a pale ginger she-cat appeared. Sandstorm. Poisonfang smiled and unslethed her claws and leapt on her, digging her claws deep into Sandstorm's fur. Poisonfang then pounced off of the ThunderClan she-cat to take a look at her work only to notice it was Silverwillow. The pale ginger pelt phased into the silver-and-white pelt of her little sister. Poisonfang slowly crept over to Silverwillow. The she-cat suddenly lifted her head from the peaty scarlet red blood to reveal black soulless eyes staring back at her.

"Silverwillow." Poisonfang whispered, shaking.

The grey-and-white she-cat yowled to the sky, then stared right back at her. "You don't know what you just got yourself into." Before Poisonfang could reply, something hard poked her side. She woke up to find herself in her nest in the warriors' den, with Ferretwhisker standing over her. Her fur felt slick with sweat, and the air was thin.

"You were twitching, and I wanted to check on you." The black-and-silver warrior meowed.

"Thank you for your concern, but I'm fine... really." Poisonfang smiled reassuringly.

"Well, try to get some sleep." Ferretwhisker's voice was soft. The warrior gave her one last glance before heading back to her nest. Poisonfang turned her body toward the opening of the den thinking about her dream. 'What was she trying to say?' She thought before shutting her eyes, trying to think of something peaceful