"No! You can't be doing this!! Let me go!" screamed Cherrydove. He was corned into the healer's den where Peachstone was preparing her bundle. 

         Peachstone hushed him, "It'll be okay."

         "But I'm not the killer!! I'll die!" The grey tom pleaded.

         The healer winced, but didn't let her emotion cloud her judgement. It had to be Cherrydove. It pained her to take the life of another clanmate but, it had to be done.

         Peachstone placed the herbs in front of Cherrydove, but turned away and mewed, "Eat."

         Defeated, the hunter picked up the bundle with his maws and slowly began to chew them. His muscled tensed for a few moments before goin limp and his breathing shallowed. His green eyes glazed and he fell over in the moss and lichen nest. 

         Peachstone gasped, she was sure it had been him. Another clanmate gone, in the paws of the felines they trusted. She truly felt bad for all the cats who had died, murdered or poisoned, they were unable to reach the beautiful paradise of Blooming Meadows. Meadowclan couldn't keep going like this, half the cats had died in just a few seasons. 

         Soon there would be no more clan.