[wolfie]

he watched. he observed. he knew the tom was foolish — never able to even comprehend the possibility of someone, something, betraying him. it was his fatal flaw and this time flickerlight would not let the grains of opportunity slip through his paws. he had told the medicine cat a long time ago. cowtuft would either work with him or he would die. he always kept his word. even if his second attempt hadn't gone well — third time's the charm.

flickerlight knew perfectly who he would tell. the previous medicine cat. the one who had escaped his clutches just a bit. she didn't know. not the truth. he would enlighten her. he waited. he waited. he waited for peachfrost to fall asleep before reaching up from the depths of darkness and dragging her into a dream. they were in a neutral territory and while no stars twinkled in flickerlight's pelt he figured if he acted enough like one of the starclan tryhards it wouldn't be too hard. worse comes to worse, could always play it off as him attempting to be better.

ironic.

the feline sat idly near a running stream while he waited for her.
// @Poprock