"I'm a veteran! My bones are too weak and I'm out of practice! Any younger cat would easily overpower me!" protested Flowerfoot.

         Breezewhisper narrow her eyes and responded in a monotone voice, "The clan has chosen. Peachstone, you know what to do."

         The healer sighed,and with the help of Heatherwind and Splitpaw, they managed to wrangle the elder into healer's den. Flowerfoot continued screaming for mercy, but Peachstone was used to this. She droned out the remarks and brewed up her herb bundle.

         Flowerfoot gloomily gazed at Peachstone, "There's nothing I can do to change your mind right?"

         "No."

         "You feel no grief taking another cat's life. I wouldn't be surprised if it's you." She paused, "I bet you enjoy trapping me in the void where spirits can't continue to the Blooming Meadows."

        The healer ignored this and pushed the remedy towards Flowerfoot.

         The veteran bristled, "I used to be a loyal hunter from before you were born. And now you think of me as nothing more than a traitor." She reluctantly chewed the herbs, knowing that she would have to eventually. And like all the others, after a few minuted of struggling she stopped breathing and twitching. Dead.

         Agony pulsed through Peachstone as she held back tears. Leaving the den, she turned to face Breezewhisper and murmured, "It wasn't her." She then dipped her head and turned away, readying Flowerfoot's body for burial.

Well. Well. Well... Don't have long till the game ends >:)