Berryshine and I once were friends. We played together as kits, trained together as apprentices, and looked out for each other as warriors. I remember the day it all began. Featherkit was being annoying, as usual, whispering about me with the other "popular" kits. Then Berrykit walked up to them and told Featherkit, her own sister, to stop it. After that, she padded back to me and told me Featherkit was just jealous because her father had left her mother to be with my mother. That was what I liked about Berryshine. She was never afraid to speak up.

Although Featherflight gained even more popularity as she grew up, Berryshine and I didn't care about popularity or fitting in. We only cared about serving our Clan, and as time wore on, two more cats joined us: Silverhawk and Tinyflame. That was when the trouble started. Berryshine didn't like Silverhawk, so she never hung out with me whenever he was around. As I spent more and more time with him, Berryshine drifted away and started talking to Featherflight, Breezythorn, Suntuft, and the other "popular" cats. I tried to talk to her, but she was too far gone. We got into a huge fight, and she ran away into the forest. I ran after her, but by the time I found her, it was too late. Berryshine was dead.

By the claw marks on her pelt, the whole Clan knew she had been murdered. Everyone but Featherflight thought a fox or a badger had killed her. But Featherflight thought I had killed her. I saw it in her cold blue eyes and bristling white fur the moment I brought Berryshine's body to camp. And I knew Featherflight wasn't one to forgive and forget.

…

"It's time to bury her." Tinyflame murmured, thrusting me out of my thoughts. I stepped away from Berryshine's light brown fur and began to walk towards the warriors' den, Tinyflame and Silverhawk pressing their fur into mine. But before I could enter, Featherflight stood in front of the entrance, preventing me from coming in.

"I know you killed my sister. Did you really think you could hide it? One day, you are going to regret this." She hissed.

"Flickerpelt would never kill your sister! What's wrong with you? Leave her alone and stop making empty threats!" Tinyflame roared. I grinned, feeling lucky to have a great friend like him.

"I thought you were a step higher than being used by Flickerpelt! You too, Silverhawk! You will all regret helping this murderer! And I don't make empty threats. I make promises." Featherflight spat, padding back into the warriors' den.

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As the next few moons went by, more and more of my Clanmates were convinced that I killed Berryshine. All the queens clawed at me whenever I tried to approach their kits. I took to sleeping outside, because I was no longer welcome in the warriors' den. Tinyflame always chose to sleep with me, never once believing that I was a murderer. Silverhawk…well, he did that too, but I had to keep ignoring the looks he cast at Featherflight.

Even worse, when Duskflower, the deputy, decided to retire, Featherflight became deputy, having gained a new apprentice, Creekpaw. I was never given an apprentice. I guess even Weaselstar believed that I killed Berryshine.

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"Breezythorn, lead a patrol down the ThunderClan border. Minnowblaze, Ivyshade, Tinyflame, Rainfeather, and I will go with you." Featherflight meowed, and I wondered why she had taken such a large patrol. Of course, if I asked her, almost everyone would yowl that it wasn't a big patrol and what she did was none of my business, so I did not.

From the corner of my eye, I could see Silverhawk whisper something to Featherflight. I stiffened, my pelt bristling. Today I would ask Silverhawk what was going on with Featherflight. I was so absorbed in my thoughts that I didn't notice him until he came up to me from behind.

"Would you like to go hunting?" he asked, startling me. I nodded and we left in silence. As we reached the river, Silverhawk's paw flashed out and knocked me into the river. Pain pulsed through my head and everything went black.

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The next thing I knew, I was lying in the middle of the camp, blood oozing from scratches all over my body. I looked around, confused. Why wasn't the medicine cat helping me? Then I saw it. Tinyflame's body was in the middle of the clearing, his black and white pelt drenched in blood.

"I tried to stop her, but it was too late!" Featherflight cried, standing next to Weaselstar. Everything clicked into place in my mind. Clearly, Silverhawk was helping Featherflight destroy me. While he knocked me into the river, she must have killed Tinyflame and blamed me for it. That was why she took such a large patrol of her nastiest friends. She must have convinced them somehow that she was doing the right thing, so they could help her.

"Let her die!" Weaselstar spat, while Featherflight gave me a triumphant glance. Suddenly my mother, Dawnstreak, pushed through the crowd to stand next to me.

"No! She couldn't have done this! Not my sweet little Flickerpelt!" she cried.

"I'm so sorry." Silverhawk mewed, pressing his fur into hers. Slowly, they began to walk away.

"It…wasn't…me," I whispered, barely able to get the words out of my throat. "It…was…Featherflight."

"That's what any liar would say. You don't believe that, do you?" Silverhawk asked Dawnstreak.

"And…" I murmured, barely able to breathe, darkness threatening to engulf my vision, "Silverhawk."

Content that I had warned RiverClan about the two murderers within, I closed my eyes and let StarClan take me.