Cats peered out of the dens, looking horrified at the sound of his yowled. Lifting his head, Blackfire screeched again, "Driftstar is dead!" The deputy, Iceslip, hhis snowy pelt glowing in the darkness, numbly padded next to him. "Dead? What happened?" he asked in a hushed whisper. Blackfire hung his head as though weighed down by grief. "I don't know. But it wasn't because he was old. Something- or someone- killed him," Blackfire told her quietly. He gasped and sprang into the den, giving a wait at the sight of Driftstar's limp silver form, huddled in a pool of rapidly spreading blood. His `blue eyes were glazed and empty. He was dead.Their leader was dead. Because Blackfire had killed him. Blackfire buried his nose in Driftstar's silky fur, pretending to grieve for the former leader. But inside, he felt triumph rising. I have done it, he thought. Soon. Soon I'll be the leader of RiverClan. Nothing can stop me now.
A CC entry for narutokitteh. This took a long time to finish.
