There was no point in appointing another chief. With so few cats left, everyone was tense and there was no knowing who would die next. Everyone eyes Fenneloak suspiciously, as if he would become crazy randomly and kill one of them.

         "Some-cat, get Peachstone!"

         Daisymoon paced back and forth frantically as Siamese healer gathered some herbs and raced to the queen.

         "What happened?" Peachstone demanded, her eyes racing around camp.

         The queen beckoned to Strawberrycloud.

         The healer dropped her herbs and choked, "No."

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         Breezewhisper, as the earliest  and oldest council member; the highest cat in power currently, gathered the clan. Or what remained of the clan together. To hold Strawberrycloud's death ceremony. The light grey molly cleared her throat and started, "Today, we shall honor a great cat. One who was a friend to many, and an idol to all." She dipped her head in respect for the older feline.

         The clan shared kind words about Strawberrycloud, and finally took her out to burial. Every comment was heartfelt and meant. Whoever the killer was, was great at hiding their true self.