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

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blazenose

blazenose's dreams were empty that night.

he found himself standing in darkness--there was nothing around him but the blackness, cold and desolate. fog swirled in its depths, low to the smooth, featureless ground where he stood, the only light present a sort of glow that came from his paws. he'd never felt such loneliness, never known such terrible dread that threatened to work its way into his heart, and for the first time in his life he felt true fear.

where was starclan?

he opened his jaws to speak, but found that the breath he drew in was chilled like the touch of death. as it spread through his lungs, stuck to his body and invaded the space within his soul. wherever he was, there would be none who would hear him in such a place. he was forsaken.

rather abruptly, the young medicine cat woke.

his breaths were heavy, quiet pants, and he shivered despite the warm summer air that filled the den. his eyes went to lavenderleaf, and he watched her a moment as she slept, sadness creeping over his troubled expression. so much suffering in such a short amount of time. gently, careful to be quiet, he rested his head against the floor, bating his breaths, steadying himself. the chill he'd felt in his dreams had not left him, and the dread that had filled him would not leave his heart.

he needed to clear his head.

getting up, blazenose cast one last glance at lavenderleaf, before making his way into the clearing, the soft, wet ground cool against his sore pads, worn from his work digging roots the day before. the sky was grey like the down of a dove, and the sun had not yet risen, hanging just below the horizon, waiting. the scent of sorrow hung in the air still--it would be a long time before the clan recovered. moving out into the clearing, padding towards the exit, something caught the tom's eye, a shape hunched close to the fresh kill pile. he recognized her light-brown pelt immediately, and his expression softened as he changed direction, coming closer.

"ah, lichendrop, good morning." he murmured quietly. "it's a bit early for you to be up--did you go hunting last night because you couldn't sleep?"

there was no answer, and a familiar cold began to creep up his legs through his paws.

"...lichendrop?"

swallowing dryly, blazenose moved forward again, cautiously, coming around to lay eyes on her face. her lifeless, wide-eyed face. immediately, disbelief shot through the medicine cat's chest, eyes widened with horror, before he reached out, touching a paw to her flank. she was gone--cold and stiff.

"starclan, no..."

[twistedm0th]

(Oh noes. I'm dead again... Poor Lichen though! Other witness PM me?)

[jouska.]

the expecting queen had been methodically grooming her silky fur when a loud gasp from just outside startled her.
it took her some effort to haul herself to her paws, but bramblingflower managed to quickly waddle outside of the nursery and towards two figures in the center of camp. "blazenose?" she called out to the medicine cat apprentice, worry evident in her tone of voice, who was standing beside the deputy, "are you and lichendrop alright? what's-" bramblingflower halted in her tracks, horrified at what she saw before her. lichendrop was dead!

[ gtg to bed, sorry! ;-; ]

[☆ѕтαяяу ѕкιєѕ☆]

The fact of Finchpelt's murder bothers Rosetail. It's like there's something there she should be connecting, but it won't. She sighs and instinctively presses closer to her mate, a part of her glad he's still here. She doesn't know how she'd cope without him. He's her anchor to sanity, to the living world, to happiness. If only she could get the image of Finchpelt's body from her mind...
Sighing, and knowing full well that she won't be able to actually achieve her current goal, she gets to her paws and shuffles out of the den, heading for the fresh kill pile.

But it appears Blazenose beat her, and is horrified at what he sees, by the look of it. Bramblingflower joins the medicine cat not long after and she too is horrified.
Great StarClan, no!

[DaisieGames]

Lilystar came out of her den, bkinkimg. Seeing the clan crowd around the fresh-kill pile, she frowned. "What's going on?" She asked, seeing Blazenose in front. Tail flicking as she made her way through the crowd her heart dropped as she saw Lichendrop dead. "Something strange is going on," she murmured to the medicine cat. "Two deaths that seem like accidents seem a bit suspicious to me," she murmured quietly.

[Oblique]

Shiverthorn
Talking outside the den woke up Shiverthorn. Stretching and yawning, the she-cat tried to make her way outside the den. Couldn't they just let me sleep? Honestly, it isn't even dawn... Her grumbles stopped as she got to the clearing. Her eyes widened in shock and she couldn't seem to fight down a squeak of surprise. This surprise quickly dissolved, replaced by grief. Lichendrop was dead..

[xXocea]

A gentle soft breeze whisped through the medicine cat den, a disturbance in the force. There was a disturbance in Lavenderleaf's heart. She rolled her shoulders and in turn effectively rolled herself out of her moss bed and onto her own four-paws. She glanced around and noticed a few out of place herbs but put that up to cats coming in late at night sick and in need of some remedy. Blazenose was also out of place. Not finding him in his bed she figured he went out earlier due to the slight warmth still in the moss.

Lavenderleaf took a moment upon herself to just breath. It was a hectic last few days what with Finchpelt's burial and the tense meeting before it. She shuddered remembering the confrontation with Bramblingflower. Her accusations were half laced with the grief of the loss and half laced with actual suspicion. Her brother has been a good cat, Lavender couldn't see anyone else in her (small naive) mind that'd want to do him ill-harm -- that is, if the death wasn't accidental. But Lavenderleaf thought not.
The confrontation not only brought upon tense-times between the two she-cats whenever they would meet, but it causes Lavenderleaf to avoid the nursery like it was a Greencough epidemic ever since.

Lavenderleaf however wanted to put an end to such non-sense. She wanted - no needed to see the kits again. Her heart ached with the time spent away from the bubbly and lively kits. She smiled, It'll be good to get back!
And if Bramblingflower tried to start something Lavender would simply politely brush her off, and pull her attention back to the kits. Right! Everything will be fine... I think.

Everything was not fine, when she walked outside the den.
Lavenderleaf stifled a gasp catching a glimpse of Lichendrop's lifeless body when the crowd around her shifted suddenly, "It's murder."

[eltonn]

votes? please continue to roleplay

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Silverfeather
She padded out by shiverthorn. She gasped. "Oh lichendrop this can't be true,"she whimpered tears filling her eyes for her dead clanmate. She looked at her sister tears running down her muzzle. "Who would do such a thing?" She mumbled.

(Considering my options)

[Oblique]

Shiverthorn
Feeling Silverfeather beside her, the pale gray she-cat calmed down, just a bit. She curled her tail over her sister's back, whispering, "I don't know, Silverfeather. I don't know." A new wave of grief overcame her as she looked over the body, slowly padding towards it. A bit closer now, she saw paw prints beside the body. If only Shiverthorn could just make out whose..
((Still thinking about it. I'll edit this later once I have a guess.))