Murderers in Riverclan V.2 [Roster Update 10/30]

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((PipitHeart))

[hazilnut]

Sweetnose - Tom - Elder

Houndpaw! But the cry was only in Sweetnose's head and not in his mouth. He struggled not to sink, only sparing the times he surfaced to gasp a gulp of air before tumbling down again. The river wasn't rough, and he was an experienced swimmer, but his aging muscles protested as the elder splashed his way to Houndpaw. Eventually he gave up on fighting the current and just let the river carry him downstream, desperately trying to keep his eyes on the apprentice.

((Pipitheart))

[Chicken-]

(Sorry, didn't have time to RP)
(Pipitheart)

[eltonn]

Houndpaw sputtered against the water, but soon realized that the current was extremely strong. In fact, it was quite calm, and he could simply float along. It was almost laughable. At least, until he remembered why he had fallen in the first place. Rainpaw! "Come on, Sweetnose, we have to get to shore so that we can go back and get Rainpaw!" He began to kick his legs, propelling himself towards the sandy banks.

[i honestly have no idea anymore... pipitheart...?]

[hazilnut]

Sweetnose - Tom - Elder

With a cough and a burst of what could be called little more than adrenaline Sweetnose paddled towards Houndpaw and the banks he indicated. His head was far clearer than before he had toppled in, the river having washed away all the confusing colors and scents that had been blinding him prior. But when his paws found the sand and he elder found himself back on land and back under gravity's sway, his knees buckled and he toppled to the ground exhausted. "Houndpaw," he gasped, "she isn't alive. I'm sorry. Don't risk your self like that."

[Simonpet]

(Pititheart)

[eltonn]

Houndpaw crawled onto the shore, laying next to Sweetnose for a moment. "Don't be stupid, of course she isn't! Rainpaw is a strong shecat, and the weather is clear! She's alive," Houndpaw began to wag his tail, slapping the water. "She wouldn't die! I know her too well."

[hazilnut]

Sweetnose - Tom - Elder

Sweetnose lifted his head to observe Houndpaw and then shook it slowly. "Accidents happen Houndpaw. We tumbled over just like that. She must have too. It was late at night, how could she have seen the edge?" The elder refused to believe that the she-cat's death was anything but an ill-fated accident- though he knew all too well what the rest of the clan would think. They would think it murder...but he would never speak that aloud. "Houndpaw. Go find some warriors. They'll retrieve her body. We can't carry her all by ourselves even if she is alive."

[catbookdo]

(Murderer PM me?)

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Thornfang was silent, having heard news from the other warriors. He sat, alone, in the center of camp. He did not move,
and he cried without making a noise. He knew that death was something that happened, but he also knew someone was doing this.
And it terrified him.

His claws slid out and dug into the ground, beginning to shake. He was so scared. This scary looking tom was terrified. He wasn't close to anyone in the clan, and no one was there to comfort him. His amber eyes grew dull with sadness and he sunk to the ground.
He wished it would rain- rain always calmed him down. But the thought of rain made him remember Rainpaw- it hurt more.