The moon was a sliver of light in the black sky. A muscular cat pushed its way through a clump of reeds. Another cat was waiting beside a fast flowing river. The muscular cat came to sit beside the cat. The cool night air whispered through the trees as the two cats sat in silence.

"Why did you call me here?" The muscular tom growled, eyes searching the darkness for any signs of eavesdropping. "I don't want to be apart of your plan anymore. I'm done with sneaking around and going against what I've always known," the second tom hissed in a deep, rough voice.

The first tom snapped his head around to look at his companion, "What! We have come so far. We're almost there! I have a feeling that Starclan is on our side on this one." The second tom snorted, "Your a mouse-brain if you think Starclan agrees with what your doing. Soon every cat will find out it's you who was behind all of this."

The well built tom narrowed his eyes at the shorter tom. "If your saying what I think your saying then you better watch your back," he snarled. "I'm not scared of you anymore. Do what you want, but once you fail I'll be there to laugh in your face," the second tom spat and retreated back into the reeds.

The tom that remained stayed beside the river, looking out into Lightningclan's territory. Then he finally mumbled to himself, "You should be scared, Webears. You should be very scared."