Thin Ice | Warrior Cats MiniGame (ON HOLD)

Round One, Scene Three

"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey, gather under High Rock for a Clan meeting!"
Everybody awakes. Dread hangs in the air as the cats gather to hear Lilystar's words. Cats of all different shapes and colors clamber under the High Rock. The atmosphere shifts to that of a sadder tone.
"We are gathered here today to finally put to rest Wrenleap's kil-"
"It was Nightfur!"
A chorus of disagreement and support rings through the camp, to loud to process who started the uprising.
"Nightfur!"
"Nightfur!"
Soon everybody was chanting the black she-cat's name.
Lilystar swishes her tail. "I know you are eager to find the-"
"No!" Swiftpath yelps. "Nightfur!"
A hushed silence falls through the camp. The few warriors left back away, revealing a path to the horrible truth. On the floor lay Nightfur, a puddle of blood expanding around her. A claw scratch laces her neck.
"No, no no no!" Maplepool cries, backing away. Fear shines in her eyes. "Not Nightfur!"
Perchfoot shakes his head. "Nightfur..." he whispers to himself.
Reahstep curls into a ball, her usually kind and sweet aura tainted with fear.
Lilystar steps back. "So it is one of you," she growls. "One of you is a traitor!"
Swiftpath glares around the room. "So then who was it?"
"We all thought it was her," says Maplepool, shaking violently. "I-I...I don't know what to do!" She wails.
Lilystar bows her head. "It is a dark time."
Reahstep leans out of her ball and stares at Lilystar. "Should we bury her?" She whispers, her voice cracking.
Lilystar nods, and the Clan carries their beloved Clanmate out of camp.

There is nobody to accuse.