"Leave..."

The cats all turned to stare at Darkpaw, who flinched slightly under their gaze. He stood up, ears flattened and looking at them with pity.

"I pray our ancestors guide you to the light, and save you from the darkness to come. You must find the traitors soon, or there won't be a clan left for StarClan to save." He ducked his head, padding softly into the trees without looking back.

Darkpaw was exiled. He was the Medicine Cat Apprentice.

Duskstorm was pleased the cats had come to a decision, and smiled sadistically from the trees. The light was fading, and there was little chance to save it.

Night actions please, and traitors kill-vote.