Liar
Alderstar almost broke apart; he could feel his heart cracking inside him. But he knew he must stay strong; he was leader of ShadowClan, and he couldn't let his grief show. Mistshine had just left, and he had killed his own son.
He picked up the frail body, tears barely contained in his eyes as he carried it out into the middle of camp and set it down on the cold ground. The clan let out a collective gasp of shock at seeing Stormpaw dead.
"What happened?" exclaimed Clawsnag, the tom's mentor. Alderstar didn't answer, instead leaping up onto the Meeting Rock and addressing the whole of the clan.
"Cats of ShadowClan!" he yowled, turning his face so they wouldn't see him cry. He wiped his eyes with a paw, then continued. "Stormpaw is dead!"
The few cats who hadn't heard wailed at the sight of the body before them.
"He was my son; I loved him dearly. He was a great apprentice, one of the best, and trained as hard as he could. His death comes too soon!" The clan mourned with their leader, save a few who simply stared blankly, unable to express their grief.
"He was murdered!" Alderstar exclaimed, snapping the cats out of their sorrow. "Yes, that's right. He was mercilessly killed by none other than Mistshine of RiverClan!" Several cats growled in anger at the supposed killer of their apprentice.
"He was my kit with Cloudpelt, and Mistshine was jealous; Her mother had loved me but instead I had stayed loyal to my clan…"
"Liar!" One cat yowled. "You're a liar! She never loved you! I heard it all!"
Alderstar nearly fell off the rock, his claws scraping as he shakily regained his balance.
"Mistshine didn't kill him! You did, with your crimes!"
"Who dares?" Alderstar blustered. "Who dares insult me like this?"
The cat revealed itself, and Alderstar's throat closed up; it was his loyal deputy, Nighthawk. "I saw your confrontation with Mistshine," he hissed. "What she said was true: You exploited her mother, and the result was that cat!" He glared at Stormpaw's body. "But that's not all: In his final moments, it was not Mistshine's claws which pierced his throat, but your own! In your bloodlust, you murdered your own son! I denounce you as leader!"
There was an uproar, many cats siding with Nighthawk and most others simply bewildered and undecided.
Alderstar gave up, slithering to the ground. "It's true," he confessed meekly. "I did violate Mistclaw, and she did give birth to Stormpaw. And today, Mistshine secretly came to camp and grabbed Stormpaw. I leapt to try to kill her, but instead…" He broke down into sobs, the last of his self-esteem gone. "Instead, I killed poor Stormpaw!"
The clan raged at him, the lies inciting them into a fury. "Throw him out," they screeched. "He's no longer our leader!" Alderstar gave no resistance, allowing the cats to sweep him away from Stormpaw's body and out into the shadowy forest. They deposited him outside of the borders, sneering at him as they departed and left him there, broken and clanless.
Alderstar got up and started wandering, his tears slicking the ground beneath him. "Why?" He cried. "Why did I have to do that? He was all I had!"
A shadowy form stepped out slowly from behind a tree. "Mistclaw," Alderstar gasped, staring in astonishment at the black she-cat.
"It's me," she mewed, stepping to him and looking straight into his amber eyes. "I hope you enjoy the Dark Forest like I did!" She lashed out, cutting into his neck with such force that it spun his body around. He fell to the ground, and the last thing he saw was two rings of gray glowing down into his empty soul.