Murderers in Riverclan V.3 [welcome back!]

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ignore that kill i just posted, i forgot about something. new kill will be up momentarily

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the evening after ottersnap and flamingheart’s vigil was tough on the clan, but for mottlestar, it was even harder to process. the grief stricken leader had not left their den all day, other than to blandly give cranewing her warrior name and grant flintpaw apprenticeship. the clan was worried, not only for their leader, but for themselves. whoever killed their clanmates was still roaming free, but whether or not it was a clanmate or rogue, they were not sure.

the killer had left the camp towards dusk, pacing through riverclan’s territory with great anxiety. mottlestar was intent on convicting someone, and the murderer was nervous that it would be them. they sighed in frustration, wondering just how they’d be able to rid themselves of the leader. mottlestar wouldn’t leave their den, but would they be able to kill them in the camp? wouldn’t someone notice? all sorts of questions raced through the cat’s mind as they attempted to draw up a plan.

“i can’t draw mottlestar out of the camp, they’ll be too suspicious of that,” they rambled, “and i cannot attack them, it’ll be too loud.” they flexed their claws, knowing that their time was running out. something had to be done, and it had to be done quickly. as they pondered, they remembered a silent way to kill any cat; deathberries. they could search around for the poisonous berries, and mix them with whatever bogus herbs and tell their leader it was to help. they nodded to themselves, and set off to find the little red berries. now, it was mottlestar’s time.

the treacherous cat returned to camp after the sun had set and the stars appeared. hopefully, mottlestar hadnt gone to sleep just yet. the clearing was empty, but the air was tense. they padded into the medicine cat den, searching for poppy seeds to mix the berries with. hopefully, with the cover of night, the leader would not be able to see the berries and eat the mixture. they trembled as they made their way to the leader’s den, nervous as they could be.

they called out to mottlestar in a hushed whisper, “mottlestar? are you still awake? i was told to bring you some herbs to help you with the grief; it’s just some poppy seeds, with some other little things.”

mottlestar raised their head. with the moon behind the cat, their face and body was bathed in shadows; they couldn’t quite make out who it was bringing them the herbs. they nodded wearily, beckoning for their helper to come forward and let them consome the herbs. the killer, heart racing, placed the herbs down at their leader’s paws, wrapped in a leaf. they stood there nervously, hoping the leader couldn’t pick up the tensity between the two.

they didn’t. mottlestar bent their head to lap up the herbs. they chewed the seeds and berries, making a face at the bitterness. after eating the most they could handle, mottlestar soon began to convulse and cough, writhing in pain. the intruder watched, knowing they fed the leader enough to kill them sooner than later. they began to foam at the mouth, their eyes rolling to the back of their head. the intruder watched, almost feeling pity for the dying leader. mottlestar soon layed still, but revived moments later.

panicking, the killer stepped forward to slash the leader’s throat. stupidly enough, they had forgotten that their leader was not, in fact, on their last life. as mottlestar died- a second time- the killer moved to create deeper gashes, ensuring that they could not be healed quickly by starclan. the leader laid still once more, revived, and then finally laid still permanently. their killer let out a sigh of final relief, and cleaned their paws. this had gotten messier than they had intended.

they retreated back to their den, settling into their nest and closed their eyes. sleep did not come to this traitor.

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when the sun began to rise the next morning, honeystorm woke before anyone else. remembering that mottlestar had made little communication with anyone the previous day, she decided to check on the leader before commotion buzzed through the camp. she stood, stretched, and carefully made her way to the secluded leader’s den.

she popped her head into the den, about the greet the leader. “mottlestar-” she began, but quickly stopped. she smelled the disquinisable scent of metal; blood. her eyes adjusted, and she saw her leader, motionless, in a puddle of blood and foam around their mouth. honeystorm approached, her legs shaking and a lump forming in her throat.

mottlestar had trained honeystorm moons earlier, and the two formed quite the bond. the riverclan leader, in someways, was like a parent to honeystorm. she was heartbroken, and didn’t know what to do. she looked down, and noticed a mixture of poppy seeds and deathberries by mottlestar’s paws.

in a fit of grief, honeystorm consumed the berries. she didn’t eat many, meaning her death was drawn out a bit longer than mottlestar’s initial death. the she-cat collapsed, her pelt quickly becoming stained by the former’s blood. she struggled, coughing and seizing before finally laying to rest.


riverclan! your grief stricken leader was killed in the dead of night, along side their former apprentice. what will you do now that your numbers have taken a critical hit?

Leader --
↳ mottlestar // non-binary // spooky puff
↳ blaststar // tom // Tainted-Wings

Deputy --
↳ moonsong // she-cat // ✧Mahou Shoujo✧

Medicine Cats --
↳ viperstrike // non-binary // InterstellarAlaria
↳ pigeonheart // tom // gerard way

Warriors --
↳ cranewing // she-cat // DaisieGames
↳ honeystorm // she-cat // hxneystorm
↳ otternsnap // tom // The Trickerster~
↳ flamingheart // she-cat // mastergirl7

Apprentices --
↳ flintpaw // tom // Hummingbird!
↳mentor: blaststar

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round info: here
discord:here

toms: 04 03
she-cats: 04 03 02
non-binary: 02 01
total: 10 6

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families + relationships:
- ??? + ??? = moonsong, pigeonheart
- moonsong + ??? = flintpaw
- ??? + ??? = blaststar, viperstrike
- ??? + blaststar = cranewing
- mottlestar + ??? = ottersnap
- ??? + ??? = honeystorm, flamingheart

[Tainted~Wings]

Blastclaws had used the time that Cranepaw, now cranewing, had been a warrior to stay close to her. He feared for his daughter and his sibling. He truly believed her warrior ceremony had been bland and when this horror was over he wanted to make it up to her. He groggily lifted his head and gave his daughters ears a swift lick. Honeystorm was already awake, he guessed by her empty nest. As he padded out of his den he looked towards Mottlestars den. Their leader stayed secluded lately and he wanted to ask Vipperstrike if they knew if their leader was still in shock from the horrendous murder of two of their warriors. Maybe ask Viperstrike to come with him so he could try to convince mottlestar that it was time to come out. He padded over to the medicine den. "Viperstrike?" He called out.

[Monomares]

Viperstrike / Medicine Den / Target: Blastclaws

The murders had taken a toll on Viperstrike. They'd moved their nest closer to Pigeonheart to protect him, and despite having the same routine for moons, could not find the heart to sort herbs. Their ears pricked at their brother's call, and they got up. After a few seconds of deep breathing and self preparing, they came out with their usual indifferent face on.
"Hey Blastclaws, what do you need?" Their voice was painfully choked, and they quickly turned away, and that's when they noticed the deathberries and poppy seeds skewen about the floor.
"Oh no." They jumped up. "Blastclaws make sure everyone is accounted for."

[gerard way]

|| pigeonheart || tom || med. cat apprentice || med. cat den || viperstrike, blastclaws ||

Pigeonheart woke up to Viperstrike and Blastclaws talking amongst themselves outside, not quite making out the words as he yawned. He blinked, lifting his head and immediately sensing panic in the air, mainly from Viperstrike. He looked around the den, noticing poppy seeds scattered around, and little red berries mixed with them. He squinted at the berries, puzzled as he didn't recognize them for a second. He turned to look at Viperstrike and stood, unease immediately filling his body. The young tom left the den, looking to his mentor.

"Viperstrike," he mewed, "what's going on?"

[Monomares]

Viperstrike / Clearing / Tagert: Blastclaws, Pigeonheart

They turned harshly to their apprentice.
"Do not leave my side." They rested their tail on his back as they raised their nose into the air, wrinkling is as they picked up a rotting scent. With a jolt of horror they realized where it was coming from.
"Mottlestar-" They shot off towards the leader's den, leaving Blastclaws and Pigeonheart in the dust desite them wanting to keep their apprentice close. They wailed when they saw Mottlestar's body, with Honeystorm laying next to them. Being the only other Non-Binary cat in Riverclan, the two had always supported each other when no one else would, and Honeystorm followed in her mentor's pawsteps, helping to make Riverclan an accepting place for them. They sobbed over Mottlestar and Honeystorm's bodies.

[DaisieGames]

Cranewing blinked open her eyes, glancing at her father. Yawning, she got to her paws and followed him outside. "What is going on?" shea sked, tail flicking. "What's wrong Blastclaw?" she asked, her eyes worried, knowing the safety of the clan was not safe with murders in the clan.

[gerard way]

|| pigeonheart || tom || med. cat apprentice || clearing || viperstrike, blastclaws ||

Pigeonheart looked as his mentor with confusion as they drew closer to him. But before he could say anything, Viperstrike had taken off. He turned to look at Blastclaws, and quickly noticed the scent that had made Viperstrike so on edge. He turned, and watched as Viperstrike entered the leader's den. Pigeonheart soon took after his mentor, heart racing. He skidded a halt as he heard the mournful wail, and the pit in his stomach hardened and felt almost nauseous. He knew that Mottlestar was dead.

[Tainted~Wings]

Blastclaws followed the medicine cat. He felt the pit drop in his stomach as he saw the pair laying dead in mottlestars den. He looked to his sibling. "Viperstrike. I don't want to believe you or pigeonheart did this," he mumbled pained, "I don't want to believe any of my clanmates would. "He padded back into camp and put himself where mottlestar would when calling the clan for a meeting. "My dearest clanmates, " he called," gather here and hear my words."

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