Now, for the uber-rare POV of Whiteleg!
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Tantail had a bellyache, so Whiteleg was going to tend to him.
Whiteleg fed Tantail the watermint leaves, then had Bluepaw stay with Frostfoot over by the elder's den, away from all the action, to calm her nerves.
She rushed back to the medicine cats' den, then shooed Ashpaw out. She told her to go and stay with her sister and Frostfoot.
She breathed in, then out. Was she sure of what she was about to do? She was so jealous of being the little misfit albino when Tantail and Frostfoot and everyone else took so much fame with the whole prophecy.
She was fed up, and, now, she was sure.
She unsheathed her claws, and used one to open up the mouse. She put five berries in; enough for the job. It would take care of Tantail, and certainly rid him of his bellyache.
She was careful not to touch the insides of the mouse and brought it back to Tantail. "Eat this," she meowed encouragingly. She was nearly shaking with excitement, and, uncertainty.
"Thanks," meowed Tantail, taking two big bites where the berries were. He swallowed quickly, then spat out some spit. "What was in that?" he snapped.
"I'm sorry," was all that Whiteleg said.
Tantail began to foam at his mouth, hacking and trying to wretch, but with no luck. He convulsed and twitched and Whiteleg yowled, "Help! Something's wrong!"
Frostfoot broke free from Bluepaw and Ashpaw and bounded into the den. She found Whiteleg, her red-eyes showing fake worry and defeat. Tantail was incredibly still. She lifted her head. "He's…gone. I don't know what happened."
All traces of the deathberries were gone, so she couldn't be blamed for what she had did. She had killed Tantail out of jealousy, and she was not ashamed, but now, fairly certain, that she wanted to kill all the Star Frost. But slowly, so the cloud of suspicion would not loom over her.
Frostfoot let out a terrible yowl of pain. "I loved him, I loved him!" she yowled at the top of her lungs. "I'll never find another!"
Ashpaw and Bluepaw were each on one of her sides, mewing comfortingly into her ears. But she paid no attention, but just yowled and yowled and yowled.
Honeystar had mewed the words for Tantail's last ceremony. Frostfoot's nose was buried deep into that tan fur, murmuring to him. "You're going to StarClan now, see. And I'll wait for you forever, I swear. I'm never going to have another mate. You only. You forever. And we'll meet in StarClan. You died too young."
Whiteleg stood by, watching with fake pain and fake sadness etched into her facial features. No one suspected anything, yet.