Thin Ice | Warrior Cats MiniGame (ON HOLD)

Round Three, Scene One

"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather here beneath high rock for a clan meeting!" There is a solemn tinge to Sharpstar's call.
All of the Clan slinks out of their nests, groggily blinking sleep out of their eyes.
"Mmm," Emberfur murmurs. "Why so early?"
Rainspot nuzzles his side. "Well, we'll just have to find out..."
The Clan gathers beneath the sacred stone and gaze at Sharpstar. The red tom glances at his paws. "Something terrible has happened," he starts.
Whispers ripple through the crowd. Fawncloud leans over to Brackenheart, quietly mewing something into his ear. Ivytalon and Echospirit put their heads together, but say nothing.
"Harveyshine is dead." Sharpstar suddenly whips around, hauling a heavy object into the clearing.
"It can't be!" Whitespeck screeches. "Harveyshine!"
The cream tom lay lifeless in front of his somber Clanmates, his brown eyes staring into nothing.
"Wait..." Brackenheart steps forward, sniffing Harveyshine's body. "There's a claw mark on his throat!"
"What?!" Ivytalon bounds forward shoving Brackenheart out of the way. "He was murdered!"
"No...no!" Emberfur is crouched in the corner of camp. "I-I...StarClan, why?!"
Rainspot gently pads over to him, nudging his side.
"No!" He yells. "Don't touch me!" He brushes his fluffy tail over Rainspot's eyes, who looks generally hurt. "Any of you could be a killer!"
"Now, Emberfur," Sharpstar warns. "We don't know who it was, it could have been a fox for all we know."
Brackenheart shakes his head. "No, he's right."
Sharpstar narrows his eyes. "Are you sure?"
The brown tom nods. "The claw marks are to small to be a fox's, and it seems like he was rolled in dirt, maybe to disguise the scent."
Sharpstar nods. "So then who was it?"

There is nobody to accuse.