I still don't own anything....

Thrushpelt ran towards his camp in fake panic. As he ran, he couldn't help but smirk at the quick job of killing Whitepaw he had previously done. His smirk disappeared as he crashed through the thorn barrier.

"Help! Shadowclan cats have killed Whitepaw!" he yowled.

It took mere heartbeats for the clan to gather around him. They began firing questions at him, but the voices faded into background as he spotted Frostpaw.

She looked stricken with grief; her fur was spiked out in panic and her eyes were glazed with horror. She flexed her claws and began clawing at the ground. She stopped and dug her muzzle into her paws and started whimpering slightly.

"W-why would Shadowclan do such a thing?" Frostpaw choked.

Thrushpelt felt a small twinge of guilt for committing the murder. Frostpaw didn't deserve this, but like Jaggedclaw said, you must hurt others to achieve your goals.

Lionheart placed his tail on her shoulder and began cooing in her ear before lifting his head to face Thrushpelt.

"What happened?" the golden apprentice demanded.

"You see, I found Whitepaw climbing to the top of one of the pine trees at Tallpines. I saw him and told him to come down that instant and scolded him further. While I was scolding him, I didn't notice the cats sneaking up on us," Thrushpelt forced his fur to spike out as if he was horrified, "They leapt from the shadows and tackled us. They separated me from him and proceeded to beat him. I tried to reach him, but they drove me away. As I struggled to get him, I saw Raggedpelt rip him open. I couldn't take the scene and ran away. They tried to catch me, but I was driven by horror and managed to outrun them." By the time he had finished his story, the whole clan had grew silent.

"What loads of foxdung! Killing off our apprentices! That is the most foxhearted move I've ever seen!" Adderfang growled. Stormtail, Patchpelt and Speckletail each voiced their agreement.

"What are we going to do then." The old elder, Larksong, asked the four cats.

"We're going to kick their dirty butts to the Silverpelt!" Speckletail snarled and flexed the muscles under her pale pelt and her black tabby stripes rippled.

"Silence!" Sunstar yowled, "Thrushpelt, are you sure they were Shadowclan cats that killed Whitepaw?"

Thrushpelt nodded. "I could tell by their musky scent."

Sunstar hung his head and sighed.

"If it was them, we must avenge the death of Whitepaw. No Thunderclan will be killed without a fight. We must attack them as well." Sunstar decided.

Unbeknownst to himself, a small smirk spread across Thrushpelt's face. Not only had he managed to kill Whitepaw, but now he had managed to spike a fight between his clan and Shadowclan! It's like killing three birds with one shot- I mean claw. (Cats don't have guns you silly gooses!")

But the best part of this so far was how Bluefur had reacted. Her grief stricken look was so desperate that he almost doubled over in laughter.

First her mom, then her sister and now her sister's son! Thrushpelt couldn't imagine the pain she was going through right now. He fought the urge to laugh harder.

"Now everyone must go to sleep, we will discuss the matter tomorrow." Sunstar yowled and retreated to his den as did the rest of the clan.

Thrushpelt circled in his den and sat slowly down. He closed his eyes, pleased with his work, and drifted off into a deep sleep.

Did you like it? Sorry for the long wait. I also realized that Lionpaw should be Lionheart and Frostkit should be Frostpaw. My bad! Anyway, remember to send in cats and please review!

~Lo~