Chainstripe looked back and forth between the clan and Sparkpaw, not sure how to feel. He had been declared innocent. He could stay with his family. Everyone but Sparkpaw.

Sparkpaw, meanwhile, was gaping at the cats who had voted her guilty. How? She was a small, weak, apprentice. Why did they think she was the murderer, and why did they think she could attack Boltpaw?

Then, she bristled, fur spiking up like her brother's. "I'm the medicine cat apprentice! I promised to save cats, not hurt them!" she cried. Then, she darted out of the camp, not giving any of them a chance to reply.

Chainstripe, Flintpelt, Spikepaw, and Arrowface remained upset for the rest of the day, due to Sparkpaw's departure. They didn't even know where she had gone. All they could do was hope that she hadn't gone to CityClan.

That night, all of the cats went to sleep. That is, all of them except for Blazestar. The leader planned to catch the murderer in the act. She knew that she had ginger fur, as had Sparkpaw, so the clan would have come after her eventually. Better to catch the murderer before that.

Finally, she saw a cat come out of one of the nests. She leapt, claws outstretched, but was stopped by a second cat shoving her out of the way. The cat dug their claws into her stomach, and ripped down, slicing through her abdomen.

The cat turned to look at their partner, but their partner wasn't there. Then, the ginger cat came out of Axelstrike's den, claws covered in blood.

"Well, it was great working with you. Let's do it again tomorrow night," they mewed to their partner, overly cheerful.

Their partner shook their head. "What happened to you?" they murmured. With one last glance to the den of the only cat they wanted to kill, they returned to their den.

The next morning, Steelfire was the first cat awake. She padded out of her crate, only to see Blazestar's body lying on the ground.

Keeping a level head, she quickly ran to go get Axelstrike. As the deputy, he needed to handle the murder of the leader. He would be the next leader, after all. But then she saw that he was dead, as well.

In order to prevent panic, she took a few deep breaths. Then, she woke all of the sleeping cats up.

Crashpaw was the most effected by the loss. After all, both his mother and father had been killed on the same night. Boltpaw, Spikepaw, and Puddlepaw tried to comfort him, but he just hissed, and batted them away.

The clan, without meaning to, had ended up separating into two groups. On one side, the cats with ginger fur — Chainstripe, Daggertail, Flintpelt, Scarnose, Brickstorm, and Crashpaw. The rest of the clan remained on the other.

"I'll just say what we're all thinking. It's obviously one of them. I say we exile them until a murderer is caught," Razorclaw mewed, seemingly nonchalant about picking off her clan mates based on fur color.

The cats murmured, debating it, but Lockheart let out a sound of outrage. "No! We will vote, like before. But now, we make our own accusations"

Murdered: Blazestar, Axelstrike
Healed: No one
Accused: No one
Revealed: No one
Revived: No one
Murderers Left: 2