Singing Deadly Lullabies pt 1 [Closed]

Time had taught Stagwatcher well; his movements and actions were fine-tuned and were carried out with ease and without thought. He walked now with paw steps as silent as a falling leaf. His eyes saw easily in the light of the New Moon no more than a tiny strand of fur in the sky. The New Moon. Another lesson from time, the New Moon was the best time to carry out his deeds with his mate, Fawnpatch. It allowed for utter darkness that other clans could not see in as well as he and she. It provided the most efficient level of disguise, as both he and Fawnpatch's pelt blurred into the shadows with ease as if they were born to do these things. They were heading to SkyClan now, and in fact, they were about to come to the Thunderpath dividing the two clans. It was a fortunate feature for the pair and they frequently used it to their advantage. Typically, monsters did not come at night, and their scent was easy to roll around in to hide their ShadowClan smell. Then, they could stow the kits on their side, perhaps in trash left behind by Twolegs, only to return in the morning to 'discover' them. It was a seamless plan for the night and excitement was building with every heartbeat.

The previous Gathering, the Leader of SkyClan has announced the birth of a large and healthy litter. Five whole kits. Kidnapping all five would be quite a challenge, he had mused. And much more suspicious. "Darling," Stagwatcher said casually to his mate, breaking their comfortable and familiar silence to join the chorus of frogs. ",perhaps we shouldn't aim for all five. I would say three. All five is suspicious. Three is a group of bored kittens sneaking out as their mother slumbers. Thoughts?" The pair never made such a decision on their own. No, the two always decided on such matters together. Communication was a sign of a healthy relationship, healthy parents. Weren't they just the model parental figures?