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Expression icy, Shadwing strode around Deathstorm, pacing, scrutinizing the rooster cautiously. "You know what this looks like, don't you?" he hissed in his ear, just loud enough that Deathstorm could hear. "Aspspur won't be very happy with your performance tonight, will he? What's a little hen going to do--tell some fabulous story that no one will believe?" he shot one last warning look before retreating to one side, glancing between Cherrypaw and Deathstorm.
Cherrypaw looked sharply at them both "So you BOTH are in on this?"
Deathstorm narrowed his eyes. Perhaps he had really given himself away. It was pretty obvious that he was working for the shadows.. He shivered slightly,thinking about what Aspspur would do once he found out about this.