- Featherheart awoke once more to hear about the death of a fourth cat. If the murder wasn't found soon, the Clan would be a wreck of untrusting greedy cats. Turning on one another. A real bloodbath that featherheart did not want to encounter. In her waking moments, the young warrior recalled something spoken by the Medicine cat Cloudberry. Not until now she had she made something of it. ..I think it was Featherheart...." She had whispered to her apprentice Tumblepaw. So quick to judge, then so quick to change her mind. So determined to put the blame on someone else and convince others also. It seemed like the perfect demise.
Featherheart felt guilty once again. This was her Medicine cat she was thinking about. The one cat who had brought her into this world, the cat who tended to her wounds and such. But Featherheart couldn't help it. Something had to be done, the killer had to be found. Though the exile of which cat was not her ultimate decision, others had to have their own input also. The she-cat decided within her mind, that even if Cloudberry wasn't the murderer, she hoped Cloudberry would understand and forgive her.
{voting cloudberry}








