The Exile wrote:The atmosphere of camp had turned cold, mistrust and blame radiating from the crowd as they were seated. It was as if a switch had been flipped, because pleasantries between clanmates and smiles between cats were few and far between. No cat wanted to let themselves smile at a killer.
Juniperstar and Snowflight stood shoulder to shoulder, talking quietly with their heads bent. After a few moments, Juniperstar gave a sigh of defeat and raised her green gaze to her clan. "Pansyleaf and Orangepelt went out in search of Flintpaw earlier today." She said, letting the news sink in to the cats who weren't already aware. "They did not recover his body, but Pansyleaf confirmed that he went over the edge while a companion stood idly by." A sharp intake of breath sounded from the gathered cats, and each took a turn to glance at each other with narrowed eyes. When no one spoke up, Juniperstar's eyes narrowed, the friendly green suddenly taking on a cooler appearance. "No comments from the jury?" She asked, and the shuffle of paws from her clan told her all she needed to know.
Snowflight was the one to speak up next, tapping her tail gently against Juniperstar's flank. A comforting gesture, or meant to be. "You all have fears and a perpetrator already in mind." She meowed, though it sounded far less accusatory coming from the deputy. "We do this to settle your minds; a clan can't function if each thinks their denmates are going to tear out their throat." That seemed to shake the clan from its stupor, and before long the cries rose into the air. "I believe it was Orangepelt." Came a voice, hardened with certainty. Others shouted their agreements. "No! It's Lilyshadow!" Someone cried, desperate to send the cat they thought to be a killer away. No small number cried out the she-cat's name as well, but both leader and deputy heard a majority calling for Orangepelt.
The poor tom looked terrified, as if he expected his family to whirl and pounce on him. His eyes were wide with fear as he looked at Juniperstar and Snowflight. Any remorse he might have seen there meant nothing; neither molly spoke up in his defense. Ears pulled back tightly against his head, Orangepelt fled in a flurry of paws and scattered silt. In the moons to come, his clan would hear about a tom by the name of Orange taking up with a band of rogues living just outside Windclan territory.
another innocent cat has been sent to live in exile! watch your backs, riverclan.
The Kill wrote:Pansyleaf was out in the middle of camp, tail curled around her light colored paws as she stared hopelessly up at the sky. Wispy clouds rolled across the dark sky, catching the light of the quarter moon and blocking the stars. The dilute calico molly let her ears lie flat against her head as her mouth moved wordlessly; praying to the stars. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a familiar pelt cutting across camp and pushing through the reeds. Why would they be out and about? Curiosity overwhelming the fact that a killer was potentially on the loose, Pansyleaf whispered something to her stars and followed, praying that her paws would fall on silent earth. As she reached the reeds, a thick cloud rolled across the moon and cast the territory into darkness.
If she had been nervous before, it was nothing compared to now. But still, alongside her curiosity and fear, there was worry. While she was sure they could take care of themselves, if the killer caught them off guard it could spell another dead clanmate. But something kept her from calling out, even as she followed their trail across the marshy area that surrounded the camp and onto firmer ground. They didn't seem to have a particular destination in mind, simply glancing up at the sky and muttering to themselves before continuing on. When they finally stopped, they were under a small cluster of trees. Confused, Pansyleaf hunkered down several foxlengths away and watched.
"Staring is rude." They said to the open air, making Pansyleaf jump. Embarrassment caused her ears to burn, and suddenly she felt as if she were a kit, caught peeking into the warriors den without permission. Murmuring an apology, the medicine cat rose from her hiding place and slowly made her way over once the other cat beckoned to her. The pair sat quietly for a moment, but before Pansyleaf could say a word, her companion let out a strangled hiss. "I don't have time for this." They spat, shaking their head violently and glaring up at the branches dangling over their heads. Now concerned, Pansyleaf opened her mouth to ask a question, but was once again cut off. "I haven't the time to lure you to a dog or toss you over an edge." The growled, and horror replaced any emotion that might have taken perch in the calico molly. In an instant she was on her paws, fumbling to move backward and away from the other cat. She was stupid. Stupid to have followed. "P-please." She sputtered, terror binding her legs in place.
They sounded impatient when they hissed again; agitated. "Stop your quivering," they snarled, turning and clouting her over the head with an outstretched paw. Lights danced in Pansyleaf's vision as she hit the ground hard, and she loosed a desperate screech when she felt claws bury themselves in her shoulder. "Your stars can't save you now." Her killer sneered, making a show of glancing up at the leaves blocking the stars. "And they won't be the last sight you see." The medicine cat fought viciously, swatting with all four paws - but she was a healer, not a fighter. Claws scored across the flesh of her throat once, twice, three times. Her killer left her there, under the cover of those trees, and cleaned their paws in a small stream on the way back to camp.
your medicine cat has been killed! all her praying couldn't save her life.
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