Murderers in Riverclan V.3 [welcome back!]

[DaisieGames]

Heronkit's ears flattened at the yowls of her clanmates. Yawning, she blinked and looked arounf. "What's going on?" She asked the others in the nursery. Realizing they were still sleeping, she blinked and slowly moved away from the nest and towards the nursery entrence. Seeing a crowdat the entrence of a den, she walked closer, nose wrinkling at the smell. "What's going on?" She asked, trying to see through the crowded entrence of the apprentice den.

(Abstaining )

[Lapis Lizzuli]

(i’m kinda late but)
Amberpaw clustered with the other apprentices, her eyes wide with shock with what she’d just seen. Who could’ve done such a thing? She trembled slightly as she recalled his still form and bloodied fur. She searched for her mentor, Lionmask, but in the chaos he has disappeared. (abstaining)

[dotdottdoot]

Abstaining - IIIII

[shimmerstream]

Stonekit blinked blearily as his sister jostled him. What it morning already? Letting his mother sleep, he followed Heronkit out of the nursery and on the edge of a panicing crowd. No one seemed to notice either kit and he was immediately curious. “Think we can sneak through?” He nudged Heronkit.

(Abstaining)

[rose petals.]

Silverpaw; molly; apprentice; tags: Sparrowpaw, Lionmask, Breezefire, Honeypebble, Mistfeather vote; abstaining

Silverpaw nodded, but unease flickered through her pelt. What if whoever murdererd Applepaw wasn’t done, and any one of these cats could be next? She felt a special connection to all of her clan mates, she had known them since her birth! With a painful sigh, she leaned her head against her mentor’s shoulder.

[inky.]

(Abstaining)

[dotdottdoot]

Abstaining - IIIIIII

[Firefoxx01]

(Lightningheart)

[䏠xote]

tanglestar was no young cat.

his bones often ached and creaked, and his muscles were often stiff and achey. he was no young cat, no, but even his aging form lent him the energy to jump out of bed when he heard his name called. "what's going on?" he chuffed as he pulled himself from the den, shaking bits of moss from his large, thick body. his whiskers trembled, and he came forward, nuzzling his way between the crowd. "space, please--" he meowed, before glancing to his trusted deputy, eyes narrowed in confusion.

"willowtsream. lionmask. what's going on?"

[dotdottdoot]

Abstaining - IIIIIII
Lightningheart - I