Daggertail shook his head at the cats as they exiled him and Spikepaw. He wrapped his tail around the apprentice, and pushed him toward the camp entrance. "Come on, Spikepaw. There's nothing for us here." Then he motioned to Flintpelt and Brickstorm with a flick of his whiskers. "One of them is a murderer. You've got your cat. But in the process, you've lost everything that separated you from CityClan." Then the cats padded out, leaving the cats to look at their paws guiltily.

Arrowface silently stood up, and padded over to the body of Dieselfoot. Then he knelt down, and pressed his nose to the top of the tom's head. The medicine cat muttered a few words, then pulled back with a gasp.

A silver light began to glow around Dieselfoot's body, and he suddenly heaved with a coughing breath. He struggled to his paws, and looked around frantically. "Scarnose. Where is Scarnose?"

Lockheart stepped toward his father, eyes wide. "I'm sorry, father. The murderers — they killed you and mother. But Arrowface brought you back, somehow." Dieselfoot spotted the body of his mate, and let out a choked yowl.

Sharpfang stepped forward, concerned. "Dieselfoot, I know this is hard, but can you tell us anything about the murderer? Eye color? Size?" Dieselfoot shuddered, and buried his face in Scarnose's fur.

"Why did you bring me back! Let me go back! Scarnose!" he mewled, heartbroken. Then he turned to Sharpfang, shaking. "They had brown fur. Now let me be alone." The rest of the clan, except for Lockheart, backed away to let him be.

That night, all of the cats went to sleep. They didn't bother separating the cats with brown fur, since that was most of the clan. However, Flintpelt and Brickstorm had to stay in their separate area. After all, there were only two of them, and one was definitely a murderer.

The brown murderer silently padded out of their crate, ready to finally take care of the cat who they had been planning to kill each of the previous times. Bladefur. The tom was the worst cat in the clan, and full of hate. He deserved to die.

They reached his crate, and looked into it with anger. With a barely-audible hiss, they jumped in, and bit down on his throat. The metallic taste of blood filled their mouth, and they spat it out. Then, they padded out of the crate, and went to go wash off their fur.

The ginger murderer crept out of their den, careful not to wake the other. They made their way over to the apprentice block, where Boltpaw and Puddlepaw were sleeping. They stopped in front of Puddlepaw's crate, and angrily reached in and grabbed the she-cat.

Puddlepaw opened her mouth to cry, but the ginger cat threw her against the wall of the alley. A loud crack was heard. Puddlepaw remained still, and unmoving. Thunder cracked the sky with a boom, and the ginger cat padded away.

The next morning, Sharpfang was the first cat out. She knelt down and took a drink out of a puddle, as the rain soaked her fur. Then, she looked up, and saw Puddlepaw's body on the ground.

She yowled, a mixture of pain and anger. The rest of the clan woke up. They found her kneeling over her daughter, shaking.

She turned back around, and saw Brickstorm and Flintpelt. She strode over to them, teeth bared in a growl. "One of you did this. I swear, you will pay!" Arrowface stepped forward, and motioned to where Razorclaw and Steelfire we're carrying Bladefur out of his den.

"Don't you care that he's dead?" the tom asked, face scrunched up in confusion. Sharpfang turned her back on Bladefur's body, and sat down over Puddlepaw's body.

"I don't care about anything anymore," she murmured.

Murdered: Bladefur, Puddlepaw
Healed: No one
Accused: No one
Revealed: No one
Revived: Dieselfoot
Murderers Left: 2