Murder in the Woods: A Warrior Cat Mafia

Round 8, Part 2

Bearfoot and Dapplepelt let out sighs of relief, murmuring to Skypaw. Slatefur remained on the ground, giggling.

"Did you hear that? I'm innocent! You won't force me out that easily!" the grey tom taunted an invisible enemy. He hit his head with his paw, and fell on his back.

Tawnyclaw looked at him with disdain. "StarClan, he's a moron. I hope that if anyone else gets killed, it's him," she mewed to Squirrelfrost. The ginger tabby shook her head.

"You don't want to jinx things, Tawnyclaw. Don't say that," she warned. Tawnyclaw huffed, but didn't say anything more about it.

The clan split up, with half of the cats remaining at vigil. Sprucefang returned to his post for watch. He noted that no one took Dapplepelt's position, but he didn't mention it. Half of the cats would be staying up, anyway.

The rest of the cats returned to the dens to sleep. Sprucefang settled down in front of the entrance to camp, and stared out across the mountain.

A cat, unbeknownst to Sprucefang, crept up behind him. No one saw the cat. Every other cat that was awake was sleeping, except for the other murderer. They were already planning on how to kill their target.

The murderer leapt onto Sprucefang's shoulders. The dark brown tabby tried to throw them off, but they held on. The murderer dragged their claws across Sprucefang's throat, then sprinted away. The tom had let out a screech. That wasn't the plan. Hopefully their partner was able to hit Swiftstep.

The other murderer had barely reached the sleeping she-cat before the screech rang out. They swore, lashed out once, then moved away from her before they could be caught.

Bearfoot shot up from his place next to Ashpaw's body, having heard his brother's cry. He immediately sprinted over to the entrance, and growled at the sight of Sprucefang's body.

"My brother! Someone killed my brother!" he roared. The rest of the clan soon joined him outside.

"Oh no . . . first the leader, now the deputy. What do we do?" Mudwhisker asked Breezeflight. The black and white tom averted his gaze, staring at his paws.

"I don't know". Littlepaw suddenly came out of the warriors' den, limping with an angry expression on his face.

"None of you noticed that Swiftstep wasn't out here? Well, I went to look. She was attacked," he spat. Briarthorn looked about ready to collapse, but Littlepaw wasn't done. "She has cobwebs wrapped around some sort of poultice on a wound on her stomach. It looks like the medicine cat apprentice saved her".

Rowanpaw leapt up, hackles raised. "Well, we need to accuse someone!" he declared. But without the leadership of Lightstar or Sprucefang, none of the cats knew what to say.

Hawknose quietly stepped forward. "Well, why don't we just all vote for who we think it is then?" he suggested. Most of the cats agreed. That was how it would be from then on.

Murdered: Sprucefang, Swiftstep
Healed: Swiftstep
Accused: No one
Revealed: No one
Revived: No one
Murderers Left: 2