A number of cats near the other end of the camp were arguing with Brackenfur. They were shocked and disbelieving.

“That can’t be right!”, one of them mewed urgently.

Ashfur reappeared among the others after a short while.

Spiderleg and Birchpaw burst out of seemingly nowhere, horrified and angry.

“That Ashfur is a murderer!” Spiderleg yowled across the hollow. “Chase him away! Send him into exile!”

“THAT’S ENOUGH!”, said Dustpelt, irritably.

Brambleclaw only now realised a large mistake. After all the help that he’d given him, there was no way that they could let anyone do anything to Ashfur.

Everyone had stopped bickering for a few moments to listen to Dustpelt.

However, Brambleclaw had spotted something else. With green eyes blazing with anger, Squirrelflight was staring straight at him. He hated to think what she might be thinking of. Did she know that he had done it? If so, what will she do?