As the clan stood around bickering about who to exile, one cat suddenly made a decision.

Moonwatcher whirled around and, with claws unsheathed, pounced upon Wolffang. The striped tom was caught by surprise. With a reckless bite, Moonwatcher snapped Wolffang's spinal cord.

Moonwatcher is the Sharpclaw.

Wolffang fell to the ground, all muscles limp. His chest stilled. His green eyes stared into the face of his killer, the gold flecks in them shining with desperation as he felt his lungs stop breathing, his heart stop beating... his life slipping away. Within seconds, Wolffang was dead. His desperate gaze had turned into a glassy-eyed stare.

Wolffang has been killed. He was the Lead Traitor.

Moonwatcher stepped away. The clan was stunned into a short-lived silence before the accusations began to fly.

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