"Lurkingstar!" It was Spidertail. "Yes?" "Do you want to walk? I can't stand just sitting here in this depressed mess." She nodded. Lurkingstar wondered why he looked so down. Sure, Deepstar had died, but he looked as if she was dead, too.
"What is it?" She asked. He looked at her as if she had just declared war on every wolf that ever existed. "I-I had a dream." He confessed. She licked his cheek comfortingly. "Is that not normal?"
"I was surrounded by red fog. I saw cats mourning around the body of a grey cat. Then I saw myself looking up. My own eyes gave me a warning. Then I saw two cats. They were shouting 'we did it! Lurkingstar is dead!'"
"I had it too." She replied grimly. Did this mean something?
"Who do you think the murderers are? I really don't know." He leaned forward uncertainly. "I'm not sure, but...Snowscratch?" She didn't react. She herself had thought so, too. But something didn't seem right...
"Why would she want revenge against Lionbreeze, though?" "Lionbreeze?" "Yeah." She replied. "See, first it was his mate, then his sister, father, mother, and then he himself!"
"Then her accomplice..." She trailed off. She didn't want to say it, but he looked hopeful now. "Do you think its-" "Stormnose?" She nodded quietly. He shuffled his paws uncertainly. "What can we do about it?"
"Nothing yet." She replied. "We have no solid proof. But I will have to mention it to Dustclaw when I can." He nodded, but his eyes were still troubled. She cuffed him over the ear.
"Stop looking so worried. Everything will be OK." She said. He let out a fake growl. Spidertail dropped into a crouch. She took upon the position as well, and they leaped at each other. Memories flashed before her eyes, and she saw him as an apprentice, just before Lionbreeze was attacked.
"Ha!" Spidertail had caught her off guard, pushing her over with his shoulder. Then she got an idea. She raced into the woods, and he gave chase. She turned sharp corner, and he skidded into a heather bush nearby.
Lurkingstar saw a good looking tree a few tail-lengths away. She scrambled up into it's branches, and watched as he shook the tufts of grass out of his fur and began prowling around. When he got into the right spot, she dropped like a stone, and landed on his back, completely unbalancing him.
They continued their tussle until the sun began to set. They headed back to camp, completely tired, but finally happy enough to think about the beauty of their forest home.
