[BEAR.]

[ Done w permission from ghostie and Alchemist ]

It had been a few days since Scorchedfang observed Cowtuft collecting deathberries, and since then he had been ruminating.

Though he did not often dabble in it, Scorchedfang had some old herbal knowledge from the Before Times. Deathberries were his expertise, something he rarely was able to play with.

And this... seemed like an optimal time to utilize it. Besides, WindClan was a drag. This would spice things up considerably. He did not have many ties here, the sacrifices were just numbers without faces.

He was aware of the consequences; for the moment though, the coast was clear. Lightningpaw and Cowtuft were nowhere in sight.

Creeping into the den, he used his senses to find their herb stash. The deathberries were sorted a ways from the main supply.

Scorchedfang took one deathberry from the supply and brought it over to the main herbs. He crushed it in his paw and allowed the juices to spill over a couple of the plants, tainting them. With that done, he was careful to discard the crushed berry before he departed.

What happened next ... They would see soon enough.