Branchstar sighed and hopped onto Feather rock. "All cats of Finchclan, gather under Feather rock for a clan meeting!" He called as cats gathered below him. "Brightkit, Heatherkit, and Maplekit, step forward." He called. The 3 kits padded forward excitedly.

"Brightkit, you have reached the age of six moons and it is time for you to be apprenticed." The leader started, "From this day on, until you recive your warrior name, you shall be known as Brightpaw. Your mentor will be Darkvine. I hope that Darkvine Will pass down all he knows to you." The kit's eyes lit up and looked at the Dark warrior.

Branchstar turned to the warrior and called him forward, "Darkvine, you are ready to take on an apprentice. You have proven yourself to be brave and strong. You will apprentice Brightpaw and I expect you to pass down all you know to her." Brightkit smiled and touched noses with her mentor.

Branchstar continued to assign mentors to the kits. Hazelbelly mentored Heatherpaw and Branchstar took Maplepaw as his own apprentice. The apprentice padded over to eachother and began to chat.

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Whitepelt sighed as he padded through the forest, looking for herbs. The snap of a twig caught his attention. "Who's there!" He shouted into the shadows. An evil chuckle came from behind him.

He turned around when claws suck into his neck. He gasped and fell to the ground, starting to choke on his own blood. "Bye bye Whitepelt~" the traitor cooed. His vision became blurry and soon his eyes became lifeless.

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Blackflower sighed and sat in the camp. Stonepaw padded into camp, dragging a ball of white fur behind him. Blackflower stood and padded closer so she could see what it was. Her eyes widened with fear, "WHITEPELT!" The she-cat cried and ran to her mate's side.

Stonepaw shook his head sadly. The other warriors and apprentices started to gather around.

Branchstar pushed his way through the crowd and gazed down and the medicine cat with a sorrowful expression. "This has been done by another cat of Finchclan." The leader sighed as other cats gasped. "We shall hold a vote." He called while jumping onto Feather Rock, "Who is the traitor!"

Whitepelt was the medicine cat.
Vote below!