Emberstar padded out of her den and into the clearing. She looked to the middle, and it seemed as if there was one large blood stain from where all the bodies had lain. But of course there wasn't.

Leaping atop the branch, the leader sat down silently as cats started to pool below her.

"It has been decided," the leader began. Very few cats had voted, as if they feared they would choose the wrong cat. But the cats who voted had all chosen the same cat. "Juniperpaw, you are hereby exiled from the Clan. If any of my warriors see you on our territory, they have permission to kill you." The she-cat has become numb to the exiling and the wrong cat's chosen, but deep down, she knew Juniperpaw would never do such a thing.

"You've gotta be kidding, right? You know I wouldn't kill anybody!" The she-cat exclaimed, her eyes darting throughout the remaining cats.

The leader just looked at Juniperpaw and gave a small smile, so subtle that you wouldn't be able to tell she smiled at all. But Juniperpaw saw it and relaxed, dipping her head in respect as she padded silently out of camp.

Juniperpaw was exiled.
Juniperpaw was innocent.
2 traitors left.