This was bad, but also good. He'd found another ally, but the most valuable thing in the camp was gone. Oh, don't you? the soft, lulling purr rolled off the edge of his pearl lips. I'll found out, one way or another. You don't want that, do you, Blue? the older cat purred, sitting down again, tickling the edge of Bluefeather's pawpads with his thick tail. Snowfire was dead serious, in spite of his honey like smoothness and calmness.
He was ready to kill. Leaning over, he whispered in Fadedpelt's ear. Agreed, Fadedpelt. That would be marvelous, thank you. I'll talk to you in private later, for now be wary of what you say. She is Blackstar's favorite, so I advise you for now to play neutral. Or Blackstar will punish you. Buy your time, for many like you are with me. Planning everyday. Keeping his tone so low that even Fadedpelt had to strain to hear, the old warrior finally withdrew. He knew that not too much could be said, not with Bluefeather in the vicinity. Why would she go with that evil leader, knowing what he does?
So what's it going to be, Blue? You tell me, or I tell you? he chimed, knowing the sentence might not make sense to her. But to him, it was clear. If I tell you, it's over. Because every last one of the clanmates on the side of Starclan will learn when I do.
Tagged ;; Bluefeather, Fadedpelt