Snowthorn turned away from the scene slightly, trying to avoid the sight of her dead clanmate. She had seen cats die before, but... To be killed by a member of their own clan? The she-cat had only ever heard of that in stories. Giving her chest fur a few quick licks to try to calm herself down, she looked back at the other cats, searching for some answer.
(Squirrelstar?...)
(Squirrelstar?...)






































