"Lichenkit, you are now exiled from the Clan...kind of. I'll kill you myself if I see you on this territory." Emberstar stood in front of the small kit, her form ginormous compared to his.

"Wow, so scary. There isn't much of a Clan left anyways. See you guys later, or not." The kit ran out of camp, excited to see what lay beyond camp territory. The leader expected that he'd take it harder, but apparently not.

Lichenkit has been exiled.
Lichenkit was innocent.
1 traitor left.

"So, I guess I should kill him later, right? I feel like I should kill you first, but I really do want to kill your kits when they're born." Lillystream said suddenly, laughing at her own words.

"You're the traitor?!" Emberstar jumped back, inching away from the she-cat.

"Yeah, who else would it be? I'm such a 'loyal mate', it's kinda ironic. All of us killed one of kin, somehow. Do you want your deaths to be slow and painful, or quick and easy? I'll do both, because I have none of them to go through. Yes! Lichenkit will probably end up dying on his own anyways. Now, are you ready?" Lillystream caught her breath as she turned to look at the leader.

Suddenly, Emberstar's vision went black, and she never awoke.

Round over.
Traitors win.