Thin Ice | Warrior Cats MiniGame (ON HOLD)

Round Seven, Scene Two

Meteorstrike wakes up from a long night. His muscles ache from searching for Plasmaheart all night, but all he can think about is Nebulaclaw's assertiveness the night before, and how smart she is.

Calderatail is still sleeping soundly in her nest, even as the dawn light creeps through the den barrier.

Orbitstripe is restless, thinking about all of the possibilities of where Plasmaheart could be.

Nebulaclaw is silently pining after Meteorstrike, her eyelids feeling heavy as she watches his flanks rise and fall.

Kuiperspot's belly rumbles, the only thing on her mind being a piece of prey that she could eat.

Auroralight sits up in her nest, stretching out her pink tail as she lets out a long, drawn out yawn. Her eyes flutter open, and she immediately spots the tragedy across from her.

"Zenithscar!" She wails.

The gray tom lies motionless in his nest, his neck angled strangely.

Meteorstrike's head shoots up at his brother's name, and as soon as his eyes land on Zenithscar, his breath hitches, and he is silent.

Nebulaclaw rushes over. She presses her nose into Zenithscar's ear, shoving him. "Wake up!" She cries. "Wake up!"

Calderatail pads to the other two slowly, then runs a paw over Zenithscar's neck. "It's...it's broken," she whispers, ducking her head. "He wouldn't have survived, even minutes after it happened."

"Question is," says Orbitstripe from across the room. "What did happen?"

The rest of the cats stare at him.

Orbitstripe shrugs. "What?" He asks. "It's more probable than not that somebody here killed him." His face hardens as he stands up. "What alien creeps into our den at night, breaks Zenithscar's neck, and then leaves without a trace?"

The clan is silent.

"He's right," Kuiperspot concludes, still sitting in her nest. "It has to have been one of us."

Auroralight glares at the cats around her. "None of you seem surprised, nor concerned," she says. "It's my best guess that it's one of you."

Orbitstripe's whiskers twitch. "Oh, so we're doing it that way then?" He asks. "Fine. What if it was you, Auroralight?"

"Excuse me?" The pink she-cat gasps, baffled. "I would never!"

Meteorstrike looks up, the fur under his eyes soaked. "Let's not start this," he whispers in a small voice. "Now is not the time. Zenithscar would not want this."

Kuiperspot turns toward him. "Yeah, but his killer is in this room."

"Yes! That's what I'm saying!" Orbitstripe agrees. "And I think it's Auroralight."

Is Auroralight guilty?