Kestrelcreek shifted in his den, unable to sleep. It felt wrong, that their deputy and medicine cats would do such a thing.. he shook his head to clear his thoughts. "We have to be right, the whole clan agreed," he muttered to himself before giving up on sleep and padding out into the clearing. He saw Whiteleaf in the distance, crouched over a small body..
"No!" he yow led, racing over to his clanmate. "No.. it can't be.. we exiled them..Spikekit," his voice dimmed to a whimper as he drew up beside the next victim of the murderer in Thunderclan.














