Chapter 8:

Windclaw raced out and into the clearing, there he saw his old denmate Stingpelt. He padded over to the golden yellow tom with black spots and batted him in the side. "Hey you!" he said teasingly.

Stingpelt whipped his head to the side and grinned at Windlclaw having the evilest idea. "Hey Windclaw just the cat I was looking for."

"So Stingpelt, how was your trial?" The long furred tabby asked.

"I lost. They had too much evidence against me. I'm just lucky they're giving me a second chance." Stingpelt said trying to sound sad.

"Oh, atleast you were given a second chance!" Windlclaw said trying to cheer him up.

"Enough of that stupid trial, why don't we take a walk? Just outside of camp. Near the Great River." Stingpelt said.

Windclaw nodded and the two toms walked out from the ferns. When they made it to the Great River Stingpelt grinned evilly.

"So Stingpelt, i'm guessing we're hunting fish!" Windclaw said.

Stingpelt then leapt on top of Windclaw, his paws on his throat. Windclaw gasped and struggled to get him off. Stingpelt then muttered to him. "Your adopted mother.. Raindew. I know where she went. She went where your about to go! STARCLAN!"

Windclaw growled tears flooding his eyes as he kicked Stingpelt right in the chest. Stingpelt managed to keep his balance and raked his claws across his throat, causing Windclaw to loose pints of blood. Windclaw hissed knowing there was no chance of him surviving. But then it was pitch black. All you could hear were the yowls, the hissing, the scratching, and the snapping of Windclaws bones. Stingpelt finally got off of Windclaw grinning with his blood stained teeth. Stingpelt then jumped into the Great River cleaning himself of the blood. After a few minutes he got out and shook his pelt. "I cannot go back to camp for a while. I have to make it seem like.. I didn't kill him." Stingpelt said aggressively and darted off. Crossing the border between JungleClan and the Forbidden Lands.

Chapter 9:

After crossing the forbidden lands all the rogues watched the golden yellow tom walk by, each of them grinning. "Hello Rocky. I've come with a message." Stingpelt said.

"Oh perfect! Young lad i'm glad you actually listened." The tall great dane said happily, his tone of voice being deep.

"I killed Ninks son. He's at the border at the Great River. His blood fresh and new." Stingpelt said.

"Perfect! I'll tell Nink. In the meanwhile i'll go out and fetch his body. And chow down on his flesh." Rocky said aggressively.

Stingpelt nodded and Rocky took his campanion inside their camp with over 20 dogs and 40 cats. The cats that were in the clearing all ran to greet them. Stingpelt winked at a few shecats and they giggled. One of the shecats caught his eye. And he's never seen her around before. She seemed and smelt like fresh blood.

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