She had finally decided to ask Snowscratch.

Apprehensively, she padded toward the warriors den. She was sure that Snowscratch would deny any more knowledge of the killings than Lurkingstar herself had, but she would have to look in to. Maybe search her eyes for any sign of emotion. She poked her head through the brambles, only to find that Snowscratch wasn't there.

Flicking her tail, she scanned the rest of the camp, but couldn't see her distinct white pelt. She spotted Dustclaw, and padded over to where he was talking to Cherrycloud. "Have you seen Snowscratch? I want to hunt with her."

The grey tom said "I sent her on dawn patrol. She should be back soon."

As soon as he said this, five cats leaped into the gorge. Snowscratch was in the lead, followed by Webspin, Finchfoot, Redstorm, and Bluebreak. "Snowscratch!" She called. "Would you like to go hunting with me?" "Sure." The white she cat's blue eyes gleamed.

Lurkingstar's  thoughts were whizzing. "Where should we hunt?" She  asked. "The stream." She replied. It was far enough away.

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They were crouching on opposite sides of a mouse. Then, she leaped out and scared it right into Snowscratch's paws. "What do you know about the murders?" She asked suddenly. She looked up, surprise flashing in her eyes for a moment. "No more than you do." She replied. "Really?" She asked. "Honestly, do you think I killed them?"

Lurkingstar shook her head. She got nothing else out of the snowy she cat that night.