A.N: Okay guys, chapter 4!
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Sandstorm was numb. There was nothing in the world anymore. It was as if time had slowed down and everything was in slow motion. She was pushed away from Fireheart's motionless body by Darkstripe, and was bungled out into the clearing. Bluestar dragged Cinderpelt out beside her while Darkstripe went to get Cloudpaw and Graystripe.
Sandstorm sat down in the shadow of the high rock as a dazed Graystripe and Cloudpaw were shoved up next to her. There was no need to call for a clan meeting, everyone was already gathering at the edge of the clearing. As soon as everyone was assembled, Bluestar began to speak.
"Thunderclan is a clan full of traitors and rouges! It will take some work to clean them out, but don't worry, we will eliminate them if we have to do it one at a time!" It was hard to hear Bluestar's speech because yowls of protest and confusion almost drowned her out. Bluestar yowled above the commotion.
"Let this be a lesson to all traitors!" she screeched. With that, she unsheathed her claws and shredded Cinderpelt's throat. The clan fell silent with horror as Cinderpelt slowly bled to death. Her paws flailed weakly and a gurgling noise came from her throat, but it could not be stopped. Soon, her body grew still and the light left her eyes.
The whole camp was dead quiet. Bluestar had just publicly executed Thunderclan's medicine cat. With a yowl of triumph, Bluestar sank her muzzle into Cinderpelt's open throat and drank thirstily. Most of the clan looked away, disgusted by the cannibalism. Bluestar rose her head, her face covered with blood, and turned to Graystripe. With a flick of her tail, the gray tom was pushed into the center of the clearing by Darkstripe. Bluestar's gaze traveled over the assembled clan until it rested on Brackenfur.
"Brackenfur, step forward!" the leader commanded. The golden-brown tabby tom reluctantly walked up until he stopped a few tail-lengths from the crazed she-cat.
"Are you loyal to Thunderclan?" Blustar questioned.
"Yes, Bluestar!" said Brackenfur immediately.
"Would you do anything for Thunderclan?" said Bluestar.
"Yes...Bluestar," the tom said slowly, confused.
"Very well then," Bluestar said. She motioned with her tail toward Graystripe.
"Kill this traitor!" she commanded. Darkstripe leaped over and bowled Graystripe over, then dragged the tom over to a horrified Brackenfur. Eyes wide, Brackenfur slowly placed an unsheathed paw on Graystripe's throat. Confusion and pure scared could be seen in his eyes. After a moment of silence, he began to move his paw away.
"No!" exclaimed Graystripe. The pinned feline picked up his head and neatly cut his own throat on Brackenfur's unsheathed claws. Brackenfur watched in horror as Graystripe began to bleed, crimson liquid poured from his neck. Graystripe looked at Brackenfur with no hatred in his eyes.
"It had to be done. Take care of the others, will you Brackenfur?" Graystripe went limp. The gray tom was dead. Bracken fur stepped away, sobs shaking his body. Bluestar turned toward the petrified clan.
"No one is allowed to leave camp without my permission. Anyone who is even remotely suspected of being a traitor will immediately be executed. The bodies of traitors will be hung in the brambles above the camp entrance to remind you what happens to them. Now Darkstripe, get to work with hanging up Fireheart's, Cinderpelt's, and Graystripe's bodies." The leader flicked her tail toward Sandstorm and Cloudpaw.
"These traitors will stay guarded in the elder's den tonight. I'll decide what to do with these two tomorrow. Elders and warriors will stay in the warrior's den together. Now everyone, I suggest you hurry with your duties. No one is to leave their dens after sunset. A curfew is in effect." She motioned toward Darkstripe who let out a shrill cry. As if signaled, several mean looking rouges came in through the camp entrance and stood beside Darkstripe. These were the rouges who attacked with Shadowclan!
"These rouges will help Darkstripe in keeping you under control. Now get to work!" With that, Bluestar turned and stalked into her den leaving a horrified clan to gaze after her, and leaving Sandstorm and Cloudpaw to contemplate the fate that awaited them at dawn.
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