Twilightspeckle wiped off her tears. Fernfoot, he was the most gentlest and the kindest medicine cat. He has gave her passion and supported her with the prophecy. She remembered what Fernfoot has told Twilightspeckle yesterday after grieving Vixennose's death.

"The prophecy of  yours  is not the only prophecy." Fernfoot said. "There is another prophecy that will be told later. Nor Blossomberry.   But young warrior, never let your curiosity go above the limits.

The other prophecy was not told. Fernfoot was dead now and no cat will know what it is. The grieving she cat shook her head rapidly. That did not matter, Twilightspeckle must hunt down the murderer. 

Twilightspeckle stalked her paw steps light. Only rhythmic sound of dripping water was slightly vibrating the spy's ear. Cold bumpy floor was being felt in her sensitive paws.  She started to hear whispers of cats. Twilightspeckle hid behind a boulder and kept still.

She heard a cat meow to. "I have killed Fernfoot the medicine cat" It was a tom who had a low pitched voice that his mew sounded like a growl. 

Twilightspeckle carefully peeked to see who the murderer was talking to. She killed her breath to not make a slight sound. The murder was a red and white tom with a very long tail. In front of him was; she couldn't believe it.

"You will eat the kill of the day. Good job." Lightpelt said. Yes, it was Lightpelt, his sweet voice and groomed fur. The cat who once she loved. He was a murderer getting revenge to Twilightspeckle. What he mumbled and spat about is bringing death of Twilightspeckle's loved ones.

The she cat clinched her teeth and dug her claws in the hard ground. He was responsible for all the deaths.

"Eagle, you are responsible for tomorrow's gleaning. That is, if my loved one did not change her puny mind." Lightpelt ordered to a brown and yellow tom named Eagle. His eyes gave Twilightspeckle's creeps. Dark red eyes that looked painted in red.

"Yes Lightpelt. Who should I kill?" 

"Hmm," Lightpelt thinking his gaze to the cave roof. "Perhaps Thunderclaw. Although he is my brother he stole my love. I thought of killing him later but I am growing inpatient." 

No. Twilightspeckle stared in horror. She isn't going to let Thunderclaw die!

"Very well." Eagle said as he padded away to a den that was made of palm leaves. 

"Blood!" Twilightspeckle showed a confused face. What did Lightpelt mean?

"Yes my lord." A bloody russet red she cat dashed to the yellow tom. She must be Blood. Blood was a name.

"Was the kill successful for NoonClan and NightClan?" The traitor asked her. Blood dipped her head.

"Swiftly killed without a trace my lord. And as for the she cat to bare your kits, I have brought an she cat that described your wish." Blood reported. Hostage! Twilightspeckle wanted to leap to Lightpelt and give him few scratches. Perhaps a killing bite, he deserves it. I thought you were a loyal warrior.

Blood ordered a tom and a she cat that was eating close by to bring the hostage. They soon brought a beautiful cream she cat with a groomed, perfect coat and blue eyes. Her sapphire blue eyes was perfect, not too dark, not too light.

"Let me go!" She yowled as she wiggled for freedom. The cream she cat batted the two cats but struggled. She thangave up and stood facing Lightpelt with rage.

"Now, now." Lightpelt purred satisfied. "Indeed beautiful and confident Blood. She would bear perfect kits for me." The yellow tom chuckled. "What is your name?"

The cream she cat growled and spat, "I am Nectarshine of NoonClan. Now let go of me! If I reported this about you—,"

"But I see she is an age. I want a younger cat, a she cat that will produce healthy kits. Kill her."

Blood nodded than pounced on the she cat. She striked her paws in the Nectarshine as she limped down on the floor. Blood licked off the dead she cats blood and kicked her dead body. Lightpelt gave a yawn.

"Next time try to find a younger cat. I expect that the she cat has perfect blue eyes and a perfect coat. Bring two or three so I have more options. Bring them tomorrow by noon. Dismissed." Blood dipped her head low respectfully.

Twilightspeckle stared in shock. Lightpelt, traitor, sudden death, bloodthirsty. All the new information being connected didn't feel right. Lightpelt what are you doing? She crept out of the cave. Her feet paced forward and forward to camp.