It was late at night when Dewdrop had woken up from a troubling dream.  She could remember it well; being trapped in a shadowy forest with no escape to the light.  She turned to lick her pelt, trying to smooth her ruffled fur.  Surely, this dream was a sign from StarClan!  Excitement surged throughout the medicine cat's body.  BreezeClan had not heard from their ancestors in an impossibly long time.

She quickly stood and ducked out of her den into the quiet camp.  A large, perfectly round moon shone in the pitch black night sky above.  She took a deep breath, trying to collect her thoughts.  A lone owl hooted somewhere in the distance, making Dewdrop's pelt crawl with foreboding.  Suppose her dream from StarClan meant that danger was looming?  She could only think of one possible thing that could threaten her Clan now.

With Wildstar as the new IceClan leader, BreezeClan had been able to stick to their land undisturbed.  No, it wasn't a threat from IceClan; she decided.  She continued to stare up at the star studded sky.  A harsh breeze rolled down the nearby hills, filling the valley with the scent of grass and pollens from the trees nearby.

Dewdrop narrowed her eyes in concentration as she recalled her dream.  Even though it had only been mere minutes, the vision was fading like mist in intense sunlight.  "Oh StarClan, what are you trying to tell me?" she murmured thoughtfully.  As if in response, Dewdrop heard someone shifting in their nest nearby.  As she turned to see who was stirring, she saw a spotted head appear from the nursery entrance.  But as quickly as she appeared, she had turned and vanished back into the den.

I wonder what she was planning on doing, Dewdrop thought curiously.  It was very late at night, surely the queen should be trying to relax.  It had only been a couple nights since Spottedrose was told that she was expecting kits, and she was eager to accept all the well wishes from her fellow warriors.  It had seemed that the others had practically forgiven her for her treason, but a few had not.  Dewdrop was not sure how to feel about the whole thing.

On one paw, Oakstar was finally happy to have Spottedrose back in the Clan.  But, with her arrival she had also brought the kits of Blizzardstar.  Then a dark thought struck her like a hailstone falling from the sky.  If darkness had been brought into the depths of BreezeClan, it had to be from that foolish she-cat! 

Dewdrop's mind started to race with questions, unsure of how to proceed with her suspicions.  If Spottedrose's kits were bringing a darkness to BreezeClan, she had to get rid of them.  But how would she get rid of her kits without Oakstar knowing?  She had heard her leader's remark to Spottedrose, that his kin should not be harmed.  Maybe that meant that she should wait until they were born and then leave them out in the forest.

"No, no. That wouldn't work," she meowed softly as she turned to duck back into the privacy of her den.  Even though it was late at night, Dewdrop would hate to be overheard.  It was already dangerous enough to be plotting the disappearance of Oakstar's kin.  She needed some way to get rid of them without making it obvious that some cat was responsible.

Dewdrop started to absent mindedly comb through her herb store.  She knew she still had a few shriveled yarrow berries at the back of the cleft of roots and leaves.  Reaching a careful paw to the back, she scooped them up in the pads of her paw to put down on the den floor.  These berries were truly powerful.  They had the ability to end a cat's suffering and send them on their journey to StarClan.

Only in extreme situations were they to be used, but Dewdrop felt there was no more urgent a situation than this.  If BreezeClan were to survive, Spottedrose's kits must die.  The medicine cat chuckled in satisfaction as she hooked one of the shriveled berries onto her claws.  She held it up to her muzzle, inspecting it for any breaks or tears in the skin.  But it looked unscathed, perfect to administer to an unsuspecting victim.

She laid the berry back on the ground and began to pick some other herbs from her store to bundle together.  The borage leaves she gathered were big and leafy enough that a small berry would not be easily detected.  Satisfied with her hasty plan, she gently picked up the herbs in her jaws and left the den.  She was careful not to bite too hard, just incase the berry were to burst and leave the poisonous juices in her mouth.

As she padded over to the nursery, she could hear Spottedrose fidgeting inside.  She set the herbs down at her feet so she could call into the den.  "Spottedrose, are you awake?'

"Yes, you can come in," she meowed after a moment's hesitation.  Dewdrop picked up the herbs and slid into the den, urgency starting to make her heart beat faster.  She didn't think Spottedrose would suspect her of any foul play, but the sooner she gave her the berry the better.  "I brought you some borage to help with your milk," she meowed kindly. 

Spottedrose eyed the herbs at Dewdrop's paws warily.  "And you had to come give me herbs past moonhigh?  Won't I have to worry about my milk closer to them being born?" she asked curiously.  The questions made sense but Dewdrop had not thought of what she would say in this situation.  Oh no, she's going to figure out what I'm trying to do; she thought in a panic.  She tried to appear calm as she replied.  "I just saw you poke your head out a little while ago.  I figured I would bring them to you before I forgot."

Spottedrose still looked suspicious, she clearly was not sure if she wanted to accept the help from her medicine cat.  Dewdrop's pelt prickled with unease as an intense silence formed between them.  Spottedrose was staring at her, trying to decide if she should truly trust her.  "Thank you," she whispered after several more long moments.

Obediently, she bent over to lick up the herbs.  Dewdrop sat as still as a boulder as Spottedrose chewed up the leaves.  She looked uncomfortable, her muscles rigid as she watched the queen.  Once she finished, she sat back and started to lick her paws clean.  There wasn't a single scrap of the herbs left on the ground before her.

Dewdrop was still sitting, frozen like a spear of ice hanging from the branch of a tree.  "Are you okay, Dewdrop?" She asked warily.  She snapped her attention back to the queen, her blue eyes wide with guilty pleasure.

"Yes, yes. I'm just going to go back to my nest and go to sleep now," she meowed hastily.  Spottedrose looked at her intently, clearly wanting to say more.  Dewdrop turned to leave, but not without saying a soft goodbye.  As soon as she exited the nursery, she ran back to the safety of her nest. 

I can't believe I did it, she thought excitedly as she curled into the depths of her mossy nest.  Now Blizzardstar's kits will die and BreezeClan will not be lost to darkness.  But truly, Dewdrop was not even remotely aware of how deep her clan had sunk into the evil darkness.