Four cats stalked slowly into a clearing in a massive rock pile. Waiting for them was a tortoiseshell she-cat. 

As they entered, the tortoiseshell looked up.

"I told you not to hurt her, idiot!" she snarled, flinging herself at a black-and-white tom. The starlight glinted off of her pelt, making her look almost supernatural. 

The tom barely bothered to fight back, as he knew that he was defeated. Before long, he lay dead on the ground. The tortoiseshell looked stepped back and sat down, washing the blood off her paws. The other cats-a small silver tom, a huge gray she-cat, and a white tom-all took a step back, their eyes widening. 

"Anyone else wanna question my orders?" spat the tortoiseshell. The other cats shook their heads, terrified.

"Good. Now, onto the next orders. Clearly SeaClan needs to be...removed."

The silver tom looked horrified. "But surely you can't mean kill the whole Clan, right?"

"Of course I do! Except for...well, except for the exception. You know who I'm talking about, Pebblefur. But the rest of them...you know, I'll handle that for now. But," she hissed, "There is a job I want you to do."

"Kill Sharpstar. In six moons, I want the leader of StoneClan dead, which means that Pebblefur will be in his place. And your deputy will be Stormmuzzle, you hear me?"