Lionmask ; Warrior ; Tom ; Tags: Honeypebble, Tanglestar, Willowstream
Lionmask turned around to see his leader. Tanglestar was looking right at him. Lionmask felt his heart sink. “I-it’s Applepaw.” He spluttered “H-h-he’s. He’s dead.”
The Exile wrote:
I felt a wave of relief for our success. I genuinely
thought that we’d be caught after the events of the second-to-last
night, considering the cacophony we- well I caused.
Tanglestar solemnly trodded up to the high rock and gave a
small gulp. He knew this was just the beginning of a
chaos breaking out. A chaos that would take a miracle to
stop.
I purred at the thought of the clan suffering. The things
they did to us was unspeakably unfair. Some people may call
it injustice, but I digress. This was the beginning and it
would get better and better.
“May all cats old enough to catch their own prey come
under the high rock for a clan meeting!” Yowled Tanglestar with
uncertainty in his voice.
Riverclan swamped around the high rock waiting for Tanglestar to speak.
After moments of silence, Dawnpetal chimed in
“Lightningheart! Come here.. you know what you did!”
Riverclan gasped and started openly at Lightningheart.
“That is enough!” Muttered Tanglestar.
“We came here to discuss the murder, not convict anyone! There
has not been enough evidence to exile anyone. The clan meeting
is now over. Go.”
“But-!”
“Go,”
Dawnpelt bowed her head in defeat and trodded off, following the
Riverclan cats. She found it weird they didn’t say anything. Didn’t
they care? Was it only her?
Tanglestar didn’t talk to anyone for the rest of the night.
He wanted to talk to the clan, but he ended the
meeting early. He didn’t want things to get out of hand
so soon.
Was that the right choice, Riverclan?
Leader --•ForgottenShadows• wrote:RIVERCLAN
I lay still in my den, happily snoring away without any
concerns in world. That was until my accomplice decided to vigorously
awaken me from my slumber.
“What is it?” I grumbled, not wanting to wake up.
“We’ve got another one.”
“Who?”
“Eelface, of course.”
“Then kill him.”
My accomplice cackled and padded off to the elders den, unscathed
by my laziness. I imagine they wanted the kill all to
themselves. I can’t really blame them, there was nothing quite like
the thrill of murder.
The last thing I heard was a shriek from Eelface, until
I merrily yawned and went back to sleep, as if the
entire thing was something in my head. Nothing more than a
nightmare.
But my accomplice did more than just kill Eelface, oh no.
They wrote the word ‘burn’ in an eerie, Victorian font of
sorts.
An elder has lost their life and a clan has
lost a memory of joy.
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