Half-Sight tapped his claw on the flat stone impatiently. The stench of ShadowClan filled his nostrils, and he felt ashamed to be part of such a Clan.
Webclaw ran up to Half-Sight.
"What information do you have on ThunderClan?" Half-Sight demanded in his raspy voice.
"One of Stonestar's warriors has passed out," Webclaw reported. "I believe it was Grayfur's kit."
"Which one?" Half-Sight said.
"The one that looked exactly like her," Webclaw said slowly, as though Half-Sight were so dense.
He knew the tones cats used when they were being kind, and menacing, or threatening, for that matter.
"Do not think of me as some lowly kittypet," he commanded the ShadowClan deputy.
"I do not, Half-Sight, I am loyal only to you," Webclaw said quickly, stuttering slightly.
Half-Sight narrowed his eyes.
He ignored the deputy, looking around at the camp.
"WindClan still lies on the border of the lake territory?" Half-Sight asked slowly, in the same condescending tone Webclaw was trying to use successfully.
"Yes, Half-Sight."
"Good. Make sure they stay there. I would like to have a word with Woodstar in a short time."
Webclaw gulped, then nodded. Half-Sight dismissed him with a flick of his ear, and the ShadowClan deputy backed away, running to find the other warriors.
"Soon," the old tom rasped quietly to himself. "Soon, I will take the position I was meant to have in ShadowClan, and ThunderClan."
The moon was high in the sky, a waning gibbous.
Dark clouds were visible far beyond RiverClan territory.
"Runningstar is next," he promised himself.
Half-Sight stood on the rock, staring at the moon in the night sky.
StarClan would give him the nine lives he deserved, even if he had to take them himself.
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Warriors | A Prophecy Reborn: Book 1. (The Legacy)
FanfictionDESCRIPTION: Spiralpaw is the daughter of the ThunderClan leader, Stonestar. Everything seems normal in the Lake until she and her siblings realize that everyone has been keeping a secret from them. Now, the cat who killed the previous Medicine Cat...
