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Falconglare followed his lead, padding through the undergrowth, eyes narrowed as she tried to recollect the training grounds where she had encountered her nefarious mentors so many nights before. Who was the first cat she ever met in the Dark Forest?
Then it occurred to her--Pikefang. The ruthless RiverClan queen with a penchant for brutal murder.
As the memory resurfaced, so did its origins. The moss began to melt away from the clearing, replaced by a sandy hollow encircled by tall, shadowed pines. At the center of the ominous scene was a stark silhouette, and a pair of gleaming emerald eyes.
"Ah, the infamous traitor returns...and this time, with company." Pikefang hissed, stalking forward, her shaggy russet pelt clinging to her bedraggled frame.
Falconglare's blood ran cold, her heart thudding madly in her chest. She glanced briefly at Talonstone, fear manifesting in her eyes for the first time.
"Y-yes. I have returned." She answered slowly,
"For the last time."