The grey she-cat was a mysterious shadow in the moonlight, covered by the bushes near the sanded area. 

The bushes rustled as she stepped out onto the sand. Another dark figure appeared from the side of her vision. 

"Spade," the tom dipped his head.

"Brokenstare. I have a request." Spade whispered.

"What is it, Spade?" Brokenstare stepped forward, tilting his head curiously.

"I need you to kill your mate and then fake your death. Then once the cat you chose to get blamed leaves to tell, drag your mates' body into the nearest bush and run. Run until you find me where I live. Which you know of." Spade whispered more quietly, gazing around cautiously.

". . . Listen, Spade. I'll think about it. But first, I'm going to make the Clan suspect my daughter if I do agree."