Could they not see his treachery? Were they really that blinded? Sure, he was charming and even I was swooned by his words. However, I looked past his captivating wit and saw his true colors. Once I was done with him, where did that get me? It got me put on trial for my actions. Though most warriors, many of them toms, would agree that he needed to go. But naturally it was just my rotten luck that our leader was a she-cat. Of course, she had been swooned by his words and actions too. Despite him being long gone and who knows where, she still seemed to be under his spell. As I stand in the middle of WindClan camp, pondering my choices, and ultimately agreeing with them, I can feel the sickened glares of nearly every she-cat in camp. And despite everyone remaining quiet, I can hear their wrathful vows of vengeance and yearning of justice for the tom who would've destroyed our Clan. But do they care? No. Do they appreciate my heroism, observations and wisdom of some warrior who had the audacity to even attempt to try and shatter everything I know and live for? Of course not. All they care about is the fact that I killed some "sensitive", "sweet", "loyal" warrior who deserved to be leader. Though, I'm not surprised they all think this way. After all, my Clan is full of idiots. Wait...What was that...Death?! I was too busy going over why I should live, not paying any attention to my current sentencing! Surely there's another way? Why must I be condemned to death? Is it simply because the warrior code is against killing another? Or could it be that perhaps the emotions of my leader got in the way? Whatever the reason at least I know one thing. Now that I am about to die, I know I was always right.