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The muscular black tom sprinted toward the Great Oaks, the only sound in the night sky being his pads tapping gently against the ground. He heard sounds coming from the opposite border, and instinctively stiffened, but relaxed once he realized that it was just the grey tom. "Hello," mewed the black tom in greeting. "I don't have much time," replied the grey tom anxiously, ignoring the black tom's greeting. "What are you planning to do?" "What do you mean, pla-""-you know what I mean," the grey tom interjected. "Well, sooner or later, I'll have to kill Moonstar," the black tom mewed misheviously, an evil gleam in his eyes. "Yes, but how are you planning to do this, Darkfur?" Darkfur chuckled. "That's easy - when the Clans are at battle, I'll just go and tell Moonstar that it's urgent and I need to see her in her den. Then when we're alone, I'll kill her and destroy her 9 lives. Then I'll go back to battle and no one will notice that she died. When it's over, I'll say that Moonstar drowned in the river because a MarshClan cat pushed her. Simple," Darkfur finished. "Doesn't sound that simple," the grey tom fired back. "Well, how are you planning to become leader, then?" Darkfur queried."I'll push her off into a stream and chuck a tree on top of her," mewed the grey tom in reply. "C'mon, be serious, Graystorm. You're deputy of ForestClan - you can't just kill your leader like that," opposed Darkfur. "Well, same applies to you," Graystorm retorted as he stormed off through the brambles back to his Clan. In the bushes, Sparrowpaw gasped. She knew that Darkfur had been up to something.Click
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