| abstract | - Already the Clan was panicking. Our medicine cat had been killed. Our plan to find the killer had failed, because the one cat who was going to get answers had been killed. The Murder Team had been reassembled. The entire Clan gathered in front of Brookstar's den to hear what she had to say. "Until we can find out who the killer is," Brookstar was saying, "all cats are being submitted to inspection. Until you've been cleared, you are not to leave this camp. Any cat that leaves uncleared will suffer the consequences. We're taking this very, very seriously now." Lambheart, Earthtail, and Rainshine, a she-cat who had already been cleared, were guarding any possible exits from the camp. All of the cats who were uncleared were sleeping in the warriors' den. The rest were sleeping elsewhere. After awhile, it all came down to about seven cats, all warriors, who hadn't been cleared. I knew that one of these cats was the killer. And that one of the cats left was Graywater, my father.
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