Shadowstripe's Treachery

Chapter 13

((Cats above are Snowfall and Shadowstripe))

Snowfall's jaw almost dropped to the ground in complete and utter shock. Her eyes widened to the size of the moon, and she was completely frozen in her tracks. "I... I...I...do you... can we talk about this outside of camp?" She stuttered.

Shadowstripe nodded, and with a flick of his tail he headed towards the thorn tunnel. Snowfall was right behind him, and the couple quickly made their way out of camp. Shadowstripe rolled his eyes, I wish she would just say yes or no. It's not that complicated!

Shadowstripe made himself comfortable by a tree trunk, and he curled his tail around his paws, yawning nonchalantly. "Well?" He asked.

The pretty white she cat was still in disbelief, and she paced back and forth. She finally stopped with a huff, "Why do you want to be my mate?" She asked with an inquisitive look in her eyes.

Shadowstripe searched for something to say that would make her approve. "Uh... umm..." Because I want to be the raging fire, he wanted to say, but he knew that his real intentions would not appeal to her at all. "Because I... love... you?" He said, squinting his eyes at the word.

She gasped, her eyes brightening, "Really? You do?"

No... "Uh, yeah."

She squeaked in pure joy, running to him and rubbing against him. "Oh Shadowstripe!" She cried, "I love you too! I've loved you for longer then I can even remember. You mean everything to me! Of course I will be your mate! You don't know how long I've been waiting to hear that." She purred, licking his forehead.

Shadowstripe let out a small, fake chuckle, and a half smile formed on his face. He wrapped his tail around her uncomfortably, and she did the same. If Larkflight still beats me after this, I will kill myself. He thought miserably.

"Hey, I have the perfect hideaway for us!" she purred romantically. "Follow me." She smiled mischievously and beckoned for Shadowstripe to follow her. She dragged him along, and he reluctantly went with her.

StarClan help me!

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((Juniperheart's pov))

The ragged tabby she cat sat stiffly outside the elders den, her eyes narrowed. The sun was already starting to set, and she wondered where that dark tabby murderer was now. She couldn't wait to reveal his dark secret to Birchstar and the whole clan and get that stupid cat out of here before he could murder anyone else.

"I wonder where he is now..." she grumbled.

"Who?" Rasped Scarface inside the den.

She whipped her head around, "How is it that you can hear me when I'm talking to myself, but when I'm telling you to go see Russetleaf, you're deaf?" She snapped.

The old tom cat chuckled, "It's a hearing condition."

"Yeah, right!" She scoffed with a sly grin, "Can you only hear when I talk quietly to you?"

"It depends." He mused.

"On what?" She chuckled.

"Whether you're talking about something interesting, or my health." He said gruffly.

Juniperheart rolled her eyes and sighed. "I was just thinking about Shadowstripe...I wonder where he is."

"Who?" He asked.

"My grandson. The murderer."

"Oh! Right. Him. What about him?" He asked.

"I'm going to report him to Birchstar as soon as he gets back to camp."