Spottedleaf crept out of the warriors' den. She yawned, streched, then flexed her claws on the ground leaving little ruts on the ground. Tawnyspots... that was her first thought. For some reason she thought she could trust him, but why? He was young, and Spottedleaf seemed to think that he was a little bit...well, charmingin some ways. She hadn't seen him when she woke up, but she soon knew why.
"Spottedleaf," came a meow from behind the she-cat. She leaped, whirled around, fur bristled, ears flat, but found it was only Tatteredfur. She settled herself and answered.
"Hello, Tatteredfur. You scared me," she said with a purr, "What do you need?"
He nodded to her, and looked as though he was trying to stop from laughing.
"I need you to go with Tawnyspots and hunt for the clan. The food supply has run low."
She nodded, eyes ablaze with delight. It was perfect.
Spottedleaf and Tawnyspots were soon out hunting together. She sniffed the air and searched for prey. She smelled a rabbit in the bushes. She sprang at it and emerged with it dangling from her mouth. She found that Tawnyspots had caught a plump squirrel. She purred an amused purr, then buried her prey.
"Tawnyspots," she said as the cat also burried his prey.
"Umhum?" he asked, not paying much attention.
"I have something important to talk to you about."
"Yeahhuh."
She didn't like not getting anywhere, so she decided to come right out with it.
"Alright, Tawnyspots, Mangledstar is evil." she said in one breath
"Wha!" he yowled
"Me and another cat witnessed him kill Gentlerain," she meowed, "It was terrible."
But little did they know, from the bushes, watched another cat. His eyes glowing, and fangs bared. Mangledstar.
For those of you wondering, this book in the series is told in Spottedleaf's point of view. The next in Tatteredfur's, then the rest in Bluefur-star's.