The tabby lowered his head in fear and shame. Can I be forgiven for what I've done? And what I've been accused of doing? Starclan can tell, right? He stepped back as his former friend padded forward. He said nothing as she delivered a blow to his flank with unsheathed claws, red staining the ground. Will they know that I didn't kill Mudpaw? Will they realize I didn't drown Leafpaw? Starclan can tell, right? Blood trickled down from each reopened cut as she slit his throat. The tabby's legs buckled and he dropped to the ground. Starclan can tell, right?
