The last death made me a tiny bit uncomfortable while I was writing it (I'm very prone to 'existential crises') , so if you feel nervous while reading I'd recommend skipping to the bottom. Maybe a little more spoofy next time...

The StarClan cats all stared at each other in horror as the bloodied image faded from the pool of the events to come, frozen in shock. So much death... How could the Clans possibly survive? How could their ancestors help them? Maplestar's starry pelt sunk as she looked at her collapsing clan, and she hung her head in shame. All they could do is wait.

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Onyxpool stalked through the forest, her gaze focused on one specific cat. She growled, watching the apprentice dart through the darkness towards the figures that awaited them. The warrior hid in the leaves as she watched the cats converse, flexing their claws as they discussed their next target.

Rage filled the she-cat. How could these mouse-brains be so heartless?

She leapt out from the trees, unsheathing her claws and throwing Hollypaw to the ground, the other traitors frozen in shock as the powerful she-cat easily overpowered the smaller apprentice.

"Please-" 

Snap. Hollypaw's eyes glazed over as their spine broke, and they fell to the ground, lifeless.

Hollypaw has been killed by the Sharpclaw. They were the Traitor Apprentice (T8).

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"How dare you! You will not interfere with our plans again!" 

While the she-cat had her back turned, the traitors overpowered her, claws raking down every part of her until she joined Hollypaw on the ground, coughing up blood before her breathing ceased.

Onyxpool has been killed by the traitors. She was the Sharpclaw.

(The Sharpclaw used their ability first but then the traitors used their kill-vote on Onyxpool afterwards, they did not know about the attack, it was merely a coincidence).

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Cornpaw walked happily through the bright clearing, oblivious to the blood and claws around her. Her eyes were shining and she began chasing a butterfly until she bumped into a large figure.

An angry ginger tabby tom glared down at her, green eyes blazing. 

"Why are you so happy? Your clan is falling apart and cats are being murdered!" he spat.

Cornpaw's eyes widened. 

"They are? I didn't notice..." the apprentice muttered, looking up at the warrior in fear.

"You didn't notice? That's against the whole point of this thing! How am I supposed to have the spotlight if cats are happily chasing butterflies instead of looking at me? You're dead."

With a quick swipe, the she-cat fell to the ground at his feet, and Duskstorm smiled triumphantly.

"Notice now?"

Cornpaw was killed for inactivity. She was the Warrior Apprentice.

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Froststream was twisting and turning in her nest, surrounded by the nearly empty warriors den as she fretted in her dreams. She felt like she could never run again, and she had fallen asleep as soon as she had arrived at camp, exhausted. 

In her dream, she was walking through a dark, gloomy forest, a blood scent filling her nose as she padded cautiously through the sinister surroundings. She gulped as figures slowly came into view. They grinned at her manically.

One of the cats stepped forward, claws unsheathed as they made their way out of the shadows. It was Hollypaw.

"Have you ever felt what its like to suffocate in your sleep? I'm sure you'd enjoy it," the cat asked, smile widening. Froststream tried to run, but she was frozen, and she began to gasp in panic.

Hollypaw threw her into one of the grim trees, claws pressing against her throat as Froststream began to gasp for air pitifully, her lungs screaming as she struggled to inhale, her body on fire. Her vision began to blur and darken as she lay there, powerless, her pained gasps quickening until they stopped altogether. 

Blood filled Froststream's nest as her dream clashed with reality.

Froststream was Hollypaw's 'Revenge Kill' (Traitor Apprentice Ability). She was the Swift.

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"What are we going to do?" Nightfeather gasped, looking at the four bodies in fright. "We must vote..." Saltbreeze whispered, horror creeping into the cats voice.

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Remaining Cats

- Bramblepool ZuberTheUber_SaveW

- Saltbreeze velernix

- Nightfeather TheBirdieChanIsReal

- Scorchpaw Stormwave_Spark

- Fluffypaw Frenzyflight