On a cold leaf-bare twilight, Shadestar was pacing her cool sandstone den, thinking, and watching her spiders trap a fly in their web.
murder. revenge. battles.
Were circling her crazed mind.
She heard a padding of paw steps outside her den. Then,
'Shadestar?' A voice mewed softly.
"Whispernight. My confident. Come in." She answered. The ghostlike Medicine Cat slowly glided in, careful not to tread on Shadestar's pets.
'You called for me, Mighty One?'
'Yes. I need your scheming mind for some Battle Plans.'
'Who are we attacking now? FallenClan? WhisperClan?'
'IslandClan. But we need strategy. I want Otterpad, my assassin.' Shadestar smiled a cold, cruel smile.
The Medicine Cat raised an eyebrow. 'Who do you want disposed of this time? Shadowstar?' Shadestar shook her head vigorously. 'Of course not imbecile! Have I not told you six times over that Shadowstar is mine? No one, NO ONE will have the pleasure of disposing of Shadowstar but me.'
Whispernight narrowed his eyes. 'Then..... Who?' Shadestar didn't answer at first.
'Their Healers. Their foundations. Their links to StarClan.' Shadestar spat out the last word. Whispernight's eyes widened.
'Their Medicine Cats? Ingenious! I see! Then we'll attack when they have no healers! IslandClan will be crushed!'
Shadestar smiled wickedly and nodded. 'Trapped like flies in a spider's web. Fetch me Otterpad!'
~To be Continued~
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