Sandclan's Destiny Book 3: Blackout

Chapter 11: A Black Moon Meeting

The RockClan border was busy with stirring silhouettes, basked in the darkness of a night still with silence, and trapped in a cold air. Four cats stood facing each other, surrounded by bothersome fireflies that glittered and floated around aimlessly. The four cats' breaths were being held or stifled, and their fur was itching in irritation. 

"So, what pact did you call us here for, at this time?" Wolfstar growled impatiently, his tail lashing through the dark air, the fireflies spinning to dodge the whipping object. His eyes, golden as amber, seared through at the others.

Tigerleap, the RockClanner who initiated the meeting, began, "I know how to get RockClan to finally ally with you." His eyes glistened like reflected sunlight as he spoke fast with urgency, "Blizzardstar's the problem. Mainly. That and her timid deputy, but she'll easily step down. What we need to do is get rid of her!" He salivated as he told them his plan. He felt proud of himself, and lifted his head high and gave them a glance full of luster and appeal. He waited for their praise.

Coalspots blinked his dark blue eyes twice before finally gutting up the courage to ask, "And this is a good idea, why?" Coalspots had successfully filled in for Birchstar. He was only there to try and persuade the rest to decline Tigerleap's sick offer. 

"More allies, mouse-brain!" Blackstar snarled. "Three on three won't work anymore with rogues, loners, and kittypets helping the enemy." 

Coalspots dared, "What if RockClan d-doesn't like Blizzardstar dead and they think to attack us for killing her?"

"Fool." Blackstar hissed, "They won't rebel against us. Only a few would, and they'd die easy." She lifted her broad head, lashed her curly tail, and purposely whacked it into Coalspot's flank, as if to quiet him. 

Tigerleap nodded excitedly, "Nobody wants Blizzardstar as leader anymore, but nobody wants to claim the responsibility of her downfall. That's where you come in, Wolfstar, to assert your power." He lapped at his maw, staring at Wolfstar with a fidgeting excitement.

"My power is asserted. And you want me to just waltz into your camp and kill Blizzardstar myself?" he sneered, "How can I trust you, of all cats? You went against your own leader, so why not me?" He edged closer to the cat, stepping fearlessly across the border from sand onto stone to tower over Tigerleap.

The cat was unphased, and instead tried lifting himself to Wolfstar's height, failing, "Because I'm going to bring Blizzardstar here where you'll be waiting, and you can take her, and do whatever with her. Amusement? Fine. Kill her? Yes, eventually. But take as long as you want." He spoke, his voice grave for once. Coalspots was surprised at how firm and dour the tom could sound. He did not sound like the fool he usually did. He still is one. Look at him, the coward. Too afraid to keep the peace! Poor Blizzardstar! She's possibly the only cat in her entire Clan that remembers Rockstar's will. Coalspots thought with spite settled deep in his chest.

"And what will happen in RockClan? And to us?" Blackstar snapped. "How will this work?"

"RockClan'll easily becomes allies with you. I'll become leader, for Goldenfern's too weak, plus she's a Blizzardstar supporter through and through. And you, you will have a leader at your dispense, and another ally at your paws." Tigerleap mewed, voice deep and mouth in a snarl.

Wolfstar nodded, "Fine. Bring me Blizzardstar. Today. The gathering is tonight, and I will be waiting after." As Tigerleap nodded, Coalspots leapt up.

"A-Are you sure it's done?" He stammered. He looked from Blackstar to Wolfstar, "But what if-"

"If he says it's done, it's done." Blackstar growled. And it was.