Wolfheart groaned. He was two tasks away from winning. He stood panting in front of the paw-scanner. He pressed his paw against the scanner panel. A green scanner bar went up and down, examining his paw. The screen glowed green, and he removed his paw from the scanner. 

"Hey! Can I join you?" the familiar voice of another of his friends, Sunwhisker padded beside him. 

"Sure," he grunted. 

Suddenly, there was a sound of growling, and a shadow darted past Sunwhisker. Three slice marks appeared on his throat.  Sunwhisker screamed and collapsed. The sound of a vent opening filled the air and the shadow darted in. The vent closed, and Wolfheart uttered out a scream. 

"SUNWHISKER!!!" Wolfheart screeched, leaping forwards and catching his friend's head in his paws. His eyes were closed, and blood pooled around his muzzle. 

"Goodbye, Wolfheart......" he whispered, then when limp. 

"NOO!" he screeched into the air. 

"Wolfheart! I'd think you better come outside!" Darkheart shouted, rushing into the room. 

"What?" Wolfheart rose stiffly from his friend and padded outside. What he saw outside made him gasp in terror and nearly faint. Around the clearing, bodies were laid. The ground was sticky and red. He faltered. All of them...... Most of the bodies were around the rock. A paw was slung near the button, but he was dead, too. 

"I know, right?" Darkheart sighed. 

"WHAT?!?" From the other side of the clearing, a cat just slipped out of a tunnel and was now crouching in front of his dead mother. "NO! MORNINGBREEZE!" he screeched. It was Gorsefoot. 

"Redweed......" It was Eaglefoot, crouching over his dead father. 

"GRR! I HAVE A SUSPECT!" Wolfheart leaped over the dead bodies, slipping on the red slippery liquid splattered over the ground, and slammed his paw on the button. 

The remaining cats were piled around the table. There was Darkheart, Gorsefoot, Eaglefoot, Bumblefur, and Mouseeye. They stared at him nervously. 

"I choose Darkheart! He is being suspicious!!" he snarled. "First: He is the only black cat alive, and the shadow was black. Two: He keeps on talking up, like what imposter would do. Three: Before I called this meeting, Darkheart seemed to know where I was because when I was doing a task, Sunwhisker was beside me, but then the shadow killed him! Four: He seems murderous. One obvious thing: He has blood on his claws and teeth." 

The other cats observed Darkheart and started to hiss at him. 

"VOTE EM' OFF!"

They shoved Darkheart off the cliff. He made no movements, no sound, but a smug face as he fell to his death. 

DARKHEART WAS...... the same silver words appeared on the wall. AN IMPOSTER. GOOD JOB!