A Poisoned Lie

Prologue

 * Wind brushed against trees, their whispers cold and hostile against the blackness of the night. No moon shone in the sky, only a couple stars which faded once cats turned their heads to look up. The gray she-cat took that as a sign that she shouldn't do this. But she didn't care - they were only spirits! Anyways, she was a medicine cat, they wouldn't dare doubt her.
 * Where the death berries were, she sunk a claw in the berry and watched the poison rush against the leaf she had soaked in flavoring she had found. She grinned. A great plan. She watched as the poison took control of the leaf. Then she ripped a little cut and saw more of it flooding into the outer sheathe of the leaf. Then she wrapped it carefully, grabbing the two but smaller leaves she had also soaked in the flavoring and covered the bare, red parts of the berry.
 * Then carefully she washed her claws. And she picked up the wrapped up berry with her claws, scrambling over to where the brown tom had waited.
 * Her eyes flared as she stared at him. The one who made her bore his kits, not another cat's. The one who broke up with her. The one who made her suffer the pain. Carefully, she put the herb just in front of his muzzle.
 * "Is this the herb for the stomach ache?" he asked.
 * Stupid. What do you think it is? "Yeah. I put special favoring it in and a special berry to help the flavor." Of your death. She added silently.
 * "Thanks," the tom purred. "You're a great medicine cat, Yellowsky."
 * "And you're not a great warrior, Oakstripe," she muttered to herself. "Not so intelligent, either," she purred as he sunk his fangs in the herb. The poison slowly slid out of the berry and down his fangs, and he swallowed.
 * Then suddenly he collapsed on his legs. "Can't...breathe....help...can't....feel...paws..." he panted and he looked innocently up at the medicine cat apprentice in front of him. "Yellow....sky...what....did...you...doo?" he let out a shrill yowl, but Yellowsky cut it of with a strike to the mouth. "Poisoned you. You should have never let me go." She growled angrily. "Goodbye. The Clans will never know what your death was. They will believe you died as the stupid warrior you were, finding a berry and eating it when it was the yew berry."
 * He fell on his legs, collapsing, his breath coming short. He couldn't feel his paws, Yellowsky could tell. And then his life grew shorter by the number of breaths he tried to take. He gasped, and fell to the floor, eyes clouding with his death as his spirit got sent to the sky.
 * Yellowsky felt satsifaction swell up inside of her, but she couldn't help feeling regret as she stared at the dead body.
 * He deserved to die. I'll never forgot that.
 * So she didn't.
 * And that brings us to the story of today