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I was in the camp the next day, for the trial*.

"Mountainfrost, do you confess to the murders?"

I finally squeak out something, "No, it wasn't me."

"Liar! Lilacbreeze, you were there. Is he the murderer? Tell me now!" Miststar demands.

Smoothly and calmly my sister answers, "Of course he is. Who else would be? I am sad he turned out like this, of course, but it wouldn't be anyone else, right mother, dear?"

Bluebellwind squirms uncomfortably on the spot.

* A trial in the clan is much like court and used if the cat is a suspect of something bad.

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