Murder in the Woods: A Warrior Cat Mafia

Round 8, Part 5

Hawknose gaped at his clanmates, as they all looked at him expectantly. His shock turned to rage, and his hackles raised.

"What, are you waiting for me to kill someone like Rowanpaw? To admit that I am a murderer? Well, that won't happen! I didn't murder anyone!" he growled. He backed towards the exit, still angry. "And when someone else dies, you will be the only ones to blame!" The tabby tom wheeled around and ran up the mountain, towards the cave where Littlepaw was staying.

The rest of the cats looked at Bearfoot uneasily. His face fell, as Dapplepelt began to hyperventilate and Skypaw shoved her face in his fur, trying to stay calm. Bearfoot embraced his family, clearly upset. Like the other cats, he knew he would be dying that night.

The rest of the cats stayed away from him the rest of the day, in order to let him spend his last hours with his family. Meanwhile, they talked anxiously about what might happen afterwards.

"Well, Bearfoot did also suggest Mudwhisker, right?" Swiftstep pointed out. Many of the cats nodded and murmured.

"But Mudwhisker voted to exile himself? Why would he do that?" Briarthorn questioned. The group of cats turned to look at the brown tom, who was basking in the sunlight.

Eagletail's gaze drifted up to the mountaintop. "I think he wanted to go see Littlepaw". Tawnyclaw shook her head, and shoved him to bring him back to reality.

"No, I bet that Mudwhisker was just trying to throw us off," she argued. The murmuring started anew. Sunpaw, who had been staring at his paws the whole time, suddenly spoke up.

"But what if it isn't Mudwhisker? What if it was someone else that Bearfoot didn't consider?" he asked quietly. Cloverwing glanced nervously at Bearfoot.

"Then, like Bearfoot, we might all be doomed," she replied.

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That night, Bearfoot was the only one to remain outside. All of the other cats went to sleep. He didn't want anyone else to get harmed in the backlash. But when he didn't see his murderer, he growled.

"So that's how you're going to play it? I don't even get to see your face before you kill me?" the large tom demanded. There was a small creaking sound, and his murderer stepped out of a dark bush.

They tilted their head at him, as he stared back. "Satisfied?" they asked. Then they leapt, slicing into his neck with their newly-sharpened claws. Bearfoot didn't even struggle, as he fell to the ground, dead.

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The next morning, all of the cats came out of their dens, only to see Bearfoot's body lying on the stone. Dapplepelt and Skypaw ran to him, and silently began their vigils, while holding back sobs.

Mudwhisker padded forward, passing Swiftstep, who had voted for him at the last exile. "Well, let's get this vote over with, shall we?"

Murdered: Bearfoot
Healed: No one
Accused: No one
Revealed: No one
Revived: No one
Murderers Left: 1