It was a bitter, stormy night. Thunder rumbled in the crow-black sky, and rain fell from the clouds. A perfect night, in Blackfire's opinion. Perfect for his plan. And to make things even easier, he was supposed to be guarding the camp tonight. So no cat would find it suspicious that he wasn't asleep. Slowly, silently, Blackfire crept towards the entrance of Driftstar's den. The large silver tom lay curled in his nest, long, silky fur brushing the ground. His eyes were closed and his breathy was steady and rhythmic. Slipping inside, Blackfire lifted a paw and unsheathed his claws, bringing them down hard on Driftstar's exposed throat. Driftstar's water-blue eyes opened and widened at the sight of Blackfire. His jaws opened to speak, but no sound came out. Blood gurgled in his throat, then his head dropped down and his eyes slowly closed forever. He gave a final, rattling breath, and it was over. Over. Blackfire's green eyes blazed in triumph. No cat would ever find out what had really happened this cold, dark night. Drawing his tongue carefully over his blood-soaked paw until not evidence remained, he leaped out of the den, lifted his head to the sky, and yowled loudly: "Drifstar! Driftstar is dead!"
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