Hey there this chapter got up faster didn't it?
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This is a bit short but I wanted a cliffhanger. The action is finally starting :)

"Hello, mother." Duskfang greeted, as he stood next to her grave. The stream near-by filled the forest with the sound of trickling water. Duskfang's breath was visible, and the sky was littered with clouds the possibility of snow was large.
Duskfang sat down and wrapped his tail around himself, he kind of wished that he hadn't rejected Willowleaf's offer then he could have someone to warm up with. But his visits to Firesoul's grave were private moments for him when he could speak anything aloud.
"Things have been good in the Clan, even with leafbare. Dawnbird's kits are growing well, although Sunkit is acting a bit deaf now. But that's to be expected from kits. " Duskfang smiled, "Willowleaf is doing fine as well, still stubborn as always." He looked down, his smile gone. "Thymestar lost a life yesterday; it's the scariest thing to see. She was so still... and I wondered if you were that still when you left." He closed his eyes and sighed. "I hate how I don't remember you, Firesoul. You're my mother and you gave your life for me but I can't remember, I just can't..." Duskfang eyes opened slightly "Redfern said that I was only a quarter-moon old when you brought me to the Clans. And sometimes, I wonder, why? Why'd you risk everything to take me here? What where you trying to protect me from? Someday I'll get the answers to these questions." He looked up at the cloudy sky. "Someday... when everyone trusts me, I'll find the answers." He stood up. "I've got to go, today's border patrol is only minutes away." he turned around and walked away.
He was late, he had taken more time then he'd thought to visit his mother. He was supposed to go on border patrol at mid-day and the sun was nearly to the center of the sky. He decided to take a short cut sure it would take a few tree jumps and going through bushes but he'd be at the camp on time.
He quickly made his way through bushes and roots. He was making good time till he got blocked by a thick bush. He cursed under his breath and began to make his way around till two very familiar disliked scents made their way to him. He stopped dead.
Warscar and Adderstripe.
Adderstripe and Duskfang hadn't seen eye-to-eye since they were kits. If Duskfang said left Adderstripe would say right, which would lead to them fighting . Duskfang had a scar behind his ear from one of their 'practice fights' when they'd taken it too far and Adderpaw had nipped him. Redfern had been furious and had said that he'd be scarred for life. Needless to say that they didn't much like each other.
Warscar, Duskfang's unsheathed his claws and dug them into the earth. Since day one he'd been on Duskfang's case, making life as hard as possible for him. Always saying that his rogue blood would cause him to betray the clan. He had held back Duskfang's warrior ceremony for moons picking any excuse possible.
Duskfang grinned. Scaring these two would be worth the scolding he'd get for being late. He crept back behind a bush so that he could see them and crouched down ready to spring.
"She only has two lives left." Duskfang pricked his ears, that had been Warscar. What where they talking about?
"Really? but she said that she had four lives left." Adderstripe said. Duskfang eyes widened; they where talking about Thymestar.
"She lied; she told me yesterday saying that she hoped that I would become a great leader when she joined StarClan." Although Duskfang couldn't see Warscar's face he could've sworn he heard a smirk in his voice and this made him uncomfortable. He blinked unsure of what was going on, and why Warscar was telling Adderstripe this.
"You did well, Adderstripe, the mouse trail you left for the fox worked like a charm." Warscar said. Duskfang golden eyes widened still trying to understand what was going on; a mouse trail?
"Thank you Warscar, the fox was easy to lead. He was starving anyway."
"Yes although it is a shame that it took so long for that fox to find you though. It could've taken more lives if Willowleaf and Duskfang hadn't been there." Warscar cursed.
Adderstripe gave a slight nod.
"Well we need a plan for the next two lives, then..." he swiped at the air with his claws, they where long and white, and the blood of many were spilled because of his strike. "I'll be the leader of NightClan, and things are going to change when I carry the name Warstar."
Now Duskfang was getting over his shock and was digging his black claws into the ground. Thymestar had lost a life saving Adderstripe! From the fox that he had led to them. Not only was that betrayal; he and Willowleaf could've been killed as well.
And Warscar he was behind this; he was the real traitor. Duskfang thought back a bit, remembering how Thymestar had lost her other lives: A fox trap, a fall from a cliff, a rouge attack, and getting attacked by a monster on a near by Thunderpath. All of these either Warscar or Adderstripe was there.
Duskfang felt terror and fury rip through him, Warscar had always said that Duskfang would betray the clan but it was Warscar who was the traitor.
"We can't use a fox again, someone is bound to get suspicious." Warscar said he was looking up thoughtfully.
Too late, someone already knows, Duskfang thought angrily.
Duskfang looked at Adderstripe and noticed that he didn't seem as excited about this and was casting nervous glances around. Duskfang couldn't fully accept Adderstripe being a part of this. Sure he was snide, rude, and couldn't take a joke, but at least he was a loyal warrior. And, although not happily, Duskfang had trained along side him.
"Maybe we could try convincing some rouges to attack her; those idiots were easy to convince before we could do it again."
Adderstripe looked up at his former mentor "I don't think so, they might let it slip that we told them to attack. We barely were able to keep them quiet last time."
Warscar grinned, "Good thinking, you're smart. That's why someday you'll make a good deputy, and after that a great leader."
Adderstripe seemed reassured by this and some fur lied flat, so that was his motivation.
Duskfang made his way around the clearing keeping out of view. He had to stop this.
"By the end of this, NightClan will become great once again; the weak leadership of Thymestar will end. And the blood of anyone who betrays me will mark our borders."
Duskfang bared his fang and jumped up behind Warscar. He unsheathed his black claws, "You're the traitor!" he screeched.