A reddish- brown pelt moved silently through the bushes. He stepped out into the open. Through the pale light, he could see a river filled with thick, dark water. A black tom with glowing amber eyes was already there. He could just faintly see the tree behind him.

     "Redwillow, I thought you had joined our enemies in Starclan." The black tom called out.

     "I wouldn't think of it Breezepelt, I'm loyal to the dark forest."

     "It's all Lionblaze' s fault that we lost the battle. If that half-clan hadn't been born, then the clans would have been destroyed."

     "I've heard that Lionblaze has had three kits with Cinderheart."Redwillow mewed, hopeful to give Breezepelt some new ideas.

     "Intresting. I have always wanted Lionblaze dead, but now I have a better way to make him suffer." Breezepelt purred. "I will finally get my revenge."