Murder in the Woods: A Warrior Cat Mafia

Round 10, Part 5

Flintpelt didn't say anything when she was exiled. She knew it would happen. Fear did this to cats. Besides, everyone she cared about was out there. Chainstripe, Spikepaw, Sparkpaw, and Daggertail. There was nothing left for her here. So she left, head held high, as the rest of the clan looked at their paws.

Brickstorm, however, was not fine with being exiled. His fur bristled, hackles raising, and he growled. "You will regret this! I've murdered plenty of cats, you will be next!" He leapt for Steelfire, who had started the voting for him.

Sharpfang was not about to let him do that. She leapt, tackling him down, pinning him to the stone. "You killed Puddlepaw. You took away the only cat that mattered!" she yowled, full of despair and anger. Then she lowered her voice to a hiss. "And if we let you go, this won't end. Never." She bent down, and bit on his jugular, then pulled away. The blood began to spill from his throat, as she padded back to Razorclaw and Steelfire. With a swipe of her paw, she wiped the blood from her mouth.

"I wasn't going to let him kill you," she muttered, eyes filled with a dead, hopeless look. Then she padded past them, and into her crate.

Sharpfang didn't come out for the rest of the day, leaving the other cats to do what they pleased. Razorclaw and Steelfire left the camp, and took a stroll through the territory after catching and eating some mice.

Steelfire let out a sigh, as they wound their way through the alleys. "Sometimes I think we should just leave the clan. What's left for us? I have no doubt that another cat will die tonight. Probably Dieselfoot, since he was just revived. And would living be any better? Look at the state Dieselfoot is in. That's how I would react if you died and I lived, Razorclaw."

Her mate comfortingly brushed up against her. She knew how Steelfire felt. "I understand. But don't you feel some sense of duty, to stay and see this out?" she mewed. Steelfire let out a sigh, and nodded. Then she pointed to the left with her tail.

"But look how carefree they are," she replied. The two cats were watching Chainstripe and Flintpelt playing with Spikepaw and Sparkpaw, happily throwing around a fabric ball. Daggertail was showing Crashpaw a better hunting crouch. The small group of cats seemed happier than they ever had in AlleyClan.

Razorclaw nodded, and turned around. "Let's head back," she mewed. The mates returned to the camp, more disheartened than ever.

During their walk, Arrowface had gone to check in on Boltpaw. The black and white apprentice was glad to have company, and talked to Arrowface as he checked on her wound.

"What do you think will happen once we catch the last murderer?" she asked him, being optimistic about their future. Arrowface spread a poultice on her wounds, thinking.

"Well, I suppose that we'll have to go ask all of the cats we exiled to come back. We'll have an election for leader. You'll get a new mentor," he mused. Then he placed cobwebs over her wound, and stepped back. "You're okay to move around, now. Just don't leave the camp." Boltpaw got up to walk, and Arrowface helped her.

Finally, Lockheart was trying to get Dieselfoot to feel better. However, the tom wouldn't speak to his son. He just stayed by Scarnose, mourning. Lockheart eventually gave up, and stayed with him.

That night, the murderer crept out of their den, and immediately headed for Arrowface's den. They had chosen the tom as their target without a second thought. He would only disrupt their plan for the rest of the clan.

The drowsy tom was barely aware of what was happening, as they entered his crate and gave him the death bite. No blood. No yowl. Quick, easy, and silent. Then they returned to their den, and went to sleep.

The next morning, Boltpaw was the first up. She slowly got out of her crate, and excitedly went to Arrowface's crate as fast as she could, in order to show him how well she was doing.

However, when she saw the tom laying limply in his crate, she knew that he was dead. She yowled for the rest of the clan to wake up, to do something, and that their medicine cat was dead. But no one could do anything. He was gone.

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