A tortoiseshell she-cat was waiting for someone.

That someone-a tiny, silver tom-walked into the hole it the pile of stones.

"It's about time!" growled the tortoiseshell.

"I'm sorry, master. I had to make sure no one was following me."

"Whatever. Your time is up, Pebblefur. Have you succeeded?" The tortoiseshell made sure that he saw her extended claws.

"Yes, master. It is done."

"Sharpstar is dead."