The Clan is awoken by a soft tapping on the floor. Rain gently pours itself from the clouds, lightly hitting the dusty floor. As the warriors start to rise, Fawncloud grows cold.
"Wait...where's...."
"Rainspot!" Sharpstar's yowl of shock clearly rings through the clearing, jolting the Clan from their sheepish state.
The cats quickly scramble out of their dens, already half-expecting what they were going to see. In the center of camp lays Rainspot, rain- no, blood- soaked and mangled. Like the last two victims, her blue eyes had been gauged, and her hind legs uniquely twisted upward to her ears. The Clan backs away in shock.
"What's wrong?" Ivytalon hisses. "I can't see! Is it Rainspot? Is she dead?"
Echospirit nuzzles her side, squeezing her eyes shut. "Yes...she is."
Emberfur lets out a crippling wail and darts to his lost lover. "Rainspot...!" He whimpers. "Rainspot, come back!"
Whitespeck shakes his head. "Another one...gone."
Fawncloud joins Emberfur, and so does Ivytalon, being gently guided by Echospirit. Whitespeck crouches down next to his few clanmates while Sharpstar ponders quietly. We have to find out who is doing this. Maybe if the few players left alive commented who they thought the killer was, we could....

Comment below who you think the killer is! :D