Two pairs of eyes stared at the she-cat. Her fur had risen on end, and her eyes were like jelly daggers.

"You can't escape us," a cat hissed harshly, their voice stern.

"How could you do this to me? I trusted you!" The she-cat said, her tone shaking.

Suddenly, a cat jumped out from the bushes. They laughed jokingly, padding in circles before settling themselves down next to the two remaining traitors. The three cats laughed.

"You didn't think I would leave without one final goodbye, right?" The tom asked, turning to the other two cats.

"C-Clovertail. We were r-right." Now the she-cat started backing up, but there was nowhere she could go.

"Of course you guys were right," the tom said, padding closer to her. "But my dear Frostfire, I know my ways around everything." He smirked silently and gave her a wave goodbye with his tail, sitting silently for a moment before laughing once more and leaping onto her, quickly giving her the killing bite and racing back to the two other cats, a smile on his face. "It's your turn now," Clovertail turned to one of the cats. "You're in charge. And, before I go, tell Pansypaw, Lilacpaw, and Juniperpaw I say goodbye. They were the only ones actually worth remembering. Other than you two, of course." He nodded his head to the two cats, laughing as he pranced off and out of the territory.

Frostfire is dead.
Frostfire was innocent.

"We should probably go," one of the two remaining cats suggested.

"Yeah, I don't want to appear suspicious." The other cat answered, their eyes sparkling with another accomplishment. And with that, the two cats headed back to the camp.
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Emberstar had been searching Frostfire's body for clues of who could have murdered her for what seemed like moons. All she had gotten were the tooth marks in the dead she-cat's body.

Ravenwhisper padded up to the she-cat, his scent reassuring her that things would be fine. The leader had chosen her faithful deputy to help her figure out who the two remaining traitors were. After all, he was the only one who hadn't messed up with her once over her time as leader. He deserved it.

"Found anything?" He asked her, already knowing the answer. She painfully shook her head no.

"You will soon enough. Let's get you focused on something else for now; you've been staring at her for moons. How about we take a look at the remaining cats?" He suggested, locking eyes with her as she looked up. Calmness, a feeling she hadn't felt for ages, rushed into her, and she smiled softly.

"Okay, why don't we start with the apprentices?" The deputy nodded and looked at the small group near their den, interacting mindlessly.

Finchpaw was giggling at a joke that Pansypaw had made, sitting under the shade of a tree. Lilacpaw was probably off playing with Lichenkit, and Juniperpaw was speaking with Lillystream, her head shaking every so often.

And so it went, the two cats examining the remaining cats in the Clan, watching their movements and the way they acted, trying to figure out who could be a traitor. They would have to find out soon, or else the entire Clan could turn to ashes.