Murderers in Thunderclan V.6

[Lunara Archeron]

can someone PM me when a new round is starting? i want to jion

[SarahStuffies]

(Ditto. I keep missing it)

[rookie rook]

….I-I didn’t place the rat in his nest…. and I believed Pigeonpaw deserved a punishment worse than exilation….
Worse than exilation.
“Damn right she did.” Duskpaw grumbled as he replayed the memories of Terrorspirit’s exile over and over in his head. He clawed the moss of his nest, scraping it off and tossing it down to the floor beside his den as he recalled the easy getaway the murderous she-cats were allowed. “It seems that only I remember the corpses of the Clan. It seems that only I recall the day Willowstar was found flattened on the thunderpath, or the day Lizardfang was held still with no way to save herself as she counted the heartbeats between her life and death.” The tom’s voice grew dark as wrath took over his mind and body. “Does anyone remember the trap that snapped poor Orchidpaw? Or the kits who had gone missing due to those rotten felines? Does no cat in this StarClan forsaken Clan recall the events?” Duskpaw hissed to himself, his clawing growing rapidly in speed as he clenched his teeth together and lashed his tail from side to side, anger growing within him. They deserve worse than exilation! They deserve worse than death itself! Duskpaw thought, No one in either of these Clans seems to remember what happened. Neither leader nor deputy seem to care for the Clans, no high rank believes that they won't come back with a swarm of RiverClan cats right at their tails! No one seems to believe that they deserve the punishment Terrorspirit herself said her partner deserved.

Duskpaw let out a huff through his teeth as he rose from his nest. Shaking his cream colored head, he cleared his mind of all the hate to settle himself and think properly. He stared out of the apprentices’ den, glaring at the moonlight that hit the camp's now empty clearing. No one seemed interested in conversation or mourning anymore; they were all worn out and heading to sleep. Duskpaw lashed his tail from side to side, thinking back on the terrors Pigeonpaw and Terrorspirit caused to the Clans. They deserve punishment, and if no one is going to bring it to them, then I’ll have to do it myself.
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Nightfall hit soon after Duskpaw found a plan and put it in motion. He stayed up that night until there was nothing more than the sound of soft, sleepy murmurs and snoring, then began to sneak out of camp through the dirtplace. He worked his way towards the Clan entrance, being sure not to arouse suspicion of the Clan's night guard. He worked His way to the other side of camp and headed East, where he had seen Bubblefur and Lionwhisker turn the day Terrorspirit was forced from camp.

The cream colored apprentice kept forward and sniffed the air, soon catching the faint scent of blood. He recalled Bubblefur's story as he burst through camp. Terrorspirit attacked him out of nowhere, injuring his eye. Duskpaw let out a low growl, and pushed himself forward. The tom followed the scent then halted to a stop once he finally got a chance to see the thin pool of blood splattered across the forest floor. Moonlight bounced off of it as if StarClan itself wanted him to see. His ears perked with amazement; maybe they knew he'd save the Clans? He lifted his head and felt a chill run down his spine - the thunderpath that took his past leader lay right ahead of him. Duskpaw crept towards the black path cautiously and narrowed his eyes to see if he could detect any more blood.

It's all across the path! And there's so much... Lionwhisker must have fought Terrorspirit off. The light colored tom thought, although he felt like that thought was a lie. He continued to follow the trail. As he followed the bloody spots, curiosity filled the tom's mind. “Sure, Bubblefur's eye was injured but surely he didn't bleed this much?” He mumbled to himself, “He wasn't even this bad when he entered camp, so what's up with all the-” A loud, triumphant roar interrupted Duskpaw's thoughts, followed by the blinding bright gleam of a monster's eyes. Duskpaw looked around frantically, panic blazing within him as he darted forward, making it across the small stretch of thunderpath he had left until he finally made it into ShadowClan's territory. His heart raced as he turned his head and watched the monster zoom by - luckily it didn't notice him.
Duskpaw backed away from the path, beginning to wonder if vengeance was really worth risking his life. Of course it is! He thought to himself, retracting his claws and sinking them into the dirt. Remember what they did to your friends! Remember what they did to your leader! Duskpaw eyed ShadowClan's forest floor, searching for more blood. There was nothing there. The tom soon realized that after scanning the ground. He followed the trail upon the stinking thunderpath and traced where it should be in ShadowClan's territory. He couldn't help but feel utterly confused.

The moonlit bloody trail that lay on the dark path compared to the lack of blood in ShadowClan's dark, musky territory… Something was off. Duskpaw turned his head and stared back at the ground, trying to work out what was going on. He shook his head. Perhaps he was simply out of his mind. Maybe this was nothing more than a dream? Maybe his violent thoughts from earlier that night carried out into his sleep, and he's simply believing that he stayed up, created a plan, and put it in action. Letting out a sigh, Duskpaw sat down and closed his eyes. With a soft chuckle of amusement, he wondered if this was how Terrorspirit lived.


A loud, angry yowl caused Duskpaw to fling his eyes open and raise to his paws. He opened his mouth and began to ask, “What's going o-” But stopped himself as he realized there was no one to question. He was still in ShadowClan's forest. Before he got a chance to continue to wonder what happening, he felt a strangely light and airy body slamming into him. He let out a yowl and swiped at it, feeling his paws easily tear off something that felt somewhat like a cat's face but still as light as a gentle breeze. He leapt to his feet and turned to his attacker; they were a pale gray and faded tabby tom with a tear in their neck and on their face. Through these tears, you could easily see the land behind them.
“What in StarClan's name are you?” Duskpaw exclaimed, backing away from the ghost-like feline. He had never seen this cat before. He was unsure if he was dreaming or if his anger twisted his mind so much that he was put into some strange, confusing reality. Nonetheless, he still dropped down into a fighting position. The ghost-like cat let out a another yowl and flung themselves at Duskpaw, who moved to the side, dodging the attack. The ghost-like tabby let out a frustrated snarl as it landed on its paws and lunged itself at Duskpaw once more. The cream colored tom rose to his paws and let the strange cat tackle him, then used his hind legs to kick the tom onto the thunderpath. He rolled onto his paws and retracted his claws, stepping towards the tom with his teeth bare, until a voice from ThunderClan's territory spoke.
“Fine!” It called, “You got me, Duskpaw.” The apprentice raised his head to see a feline stepping from the shadows, revealing themself. They weren't Terrorspirit or Pigeonpaw.
“What in StarClan's name is happening? Where am I? Is this some type of dream? What nonsense are you spewing?”
“Were you not looking for me? The killer?” The other cat spoke. The gray, ghosty feline looked over to the killer with a look of shock. The murderer stared back at the ghostly figure and pointed their ears towards Duskpaw, then quickly looked at the apprentice with a sly grin and continued. “It's sad that an apprentice was the only one smart enough to figure out that Pigeonpaw and Terrorspirit weren't the killers. How sad that you're the only one who figured out that I framed them and used Stoneclaw here to help me.” Duskpaw wasn't quite sure what to say or what to do. He wasn't sure what he should believe anymore or what to say or feel about this sudden reveal, but decided that it made more sense than anything he was currently thinking. The ghostly cat, who he assumed was named Stoneclaw, moved towards his side, causing him to prepare an attack but the killer continued to speak, taking his attention. “You must've thought you could save your Clan by finding me, hm? Well, unfortunately for your Clan I foresaw this would happen. I planned this out and decided that my next target would be you.” The killer furrowed their face and darted across the thunderpath towards Duskpaw. Stoneclaw yanked the fluffy tom's tail, causing him to turn and swipe at him. Stoneclaw dodged the attack then arched his back and let out a vicious hiss as the killer reached Shadowclan’s territory, charging at Duskpaw. They jumped and landed on his back, clawing at his ears and head. Duskpaw stumbled to the side, causing the murderous feline to stumble as well. They were knocked off of the tom and didn't manage to recover long enough for Duskpaw to try to get away. He began to sprint forward, but was met by the ghost-like tabby. Stoneclaw sprang forward with his claws outstretched and tackled the tom. Duskpaw drew his claws across his face, tearing off even more of it, and shoved the ghostly form off of him. The killer growled and lunged themself at Duskpaw. The tom sank to the ground and moved to the side. I can't survive this! It's two against one, it's unfair! Duskpaw thought as he turned skidded away.

He saw the gleaming eyes of yet another monster, forcing him to not cross the thunderpath. He urged himself to keep push onward, down towards the two-leg place of ShadowClan's territory and to get faster as he heard snarls and hisses from behind him. Up ahead, he saw the two-leg homes and a couple of trees growing near them. Turning his head, he saw that the killer and Stoneclaw were a couple of fox-lengths away, far enough for him to get far up the tree before they reached him. Taking in a deep breath, Duskpaw leapt up the tree and struggled to climb its thinner branches. He heard the two other felines speaking as he was a little over halfway to the nearest branch.

Turning his head, he saw just how close the two cats were. The killer was so close all they had to do was spring forward and they could drag him back to the ground by his tail. The tom turned his head back towards the branch nearest to him. His tail twitched and his eyes narrowed as he took in a deep breath and made a leap for the branch. Reaching out his paws, he felt them latch onto the branch. His claws scraped the bark as he struggled to get a good hold on the tree. He managed to penetrate the branch with his claws but that just wasn't enough.

The bark tore off the tree due to his weight. His claws scrabbled for purchase as he fell towards the two-leg den's claws, right onto a tall, wooden spike. The killer halted with wide eyes as they watched his life end in an instant.
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“How was it? Did you kill Duskpaw?” Pigeonpaw asked that same night. She stood up just to see how her plan would play out.
“Yes, Pigeonpaw.” Stoneclaw huffed sarcastically, “We killed him quickly and easily and your plan worked perfectly fine. The idiot was so shocked by the amount of blood left by Bubblefur that he stayed on the thunderpath until the monster came rammed into him. He died just as ironically as you thought. The wannabe leader died just like his leader.”
Pigeonpaw's laid her ears back. “Did it go that bad?”
“Well, not really. For the most part Duskpaw was wandering right into your trap but the monster was too late. He was basically in ShadowClan's territory by the time it showed up.” The killer explained, sitting beside Stoneclaw whose tail was lashing in annoyance.
“So what happened?” Pigeonpaw asked, noticing Stoneclaw's irritation.
“Half of my face is missing, Pigeonpaw,” Stoneclaw growled. “You know what happens when I'm all gone, right?”
The killer let out a nervous laugh then continued. “We had to improvise a bit. We managed to get Duskpaw killed on one of those two-leg den protector things.”
Pigeonpaw tilted her head slightly, but said nothing about it. “Well, what happened to all the prey you killed for the trail?”
“Give it to RiverClan,” Stoneclaw said, his tail lashing as he stalked off. He stopped and turned to the former WindClan apprentice, saying, “I'm going back to see my Clanmates. Goodnight.”
The killer watched as Stoneclaw was consumed in a ball of smoke, which soon floated away with the wind, bringing back his possessor to their natural state. “Goodnight, Pigeonpaw. Do you think you and Aeron could hide all that prey before morning hits?”
“Sure thing. And goodnight.”

There goes your last apprentice. Sorry for the wait.

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Leader --
↳ Willowstar// female // fluffy kitty cat
↳ Harrierstar // male // montmorency
Deputy --
↳ Bubblefur // male // tweektweak.
Medicine Cats --
↳ Spiraeapelt // male // chamrosh
↳ Wrenpaw // female // liightning
Warriors --
↳ Gingerflare // female // δ я ץIce580
↳ Terrorspirit // female // edgy cat of doom
↳ Cloudpelt // female // cloudpelt
↳ Firestrike // male // nerdydisco
↳ Gullstorm // male // snow-fall
↳ Waspfeather // female // bumbletear
↳ Forestpelt // female // realkitty56
↳ Azalealeaf // female // lapis lizzuli
↳ Daisypond // female // dinah.
↳ Minnowstream // female // theodosia
↳ Spiderfang // male // webber07
↳ Pinepelt // male // buttermuffin59
Apprentices --
↳ N/a // gender // username
Queens --
↳ Starlingfeather // female // violetbreeze
↳ Vipertail // female // moon crest
Kits --
↳ Cypresskit // male // :.Duplex.:
↳ Leopardkit // male // ¯`• darтн мaυl •´¯
↳ Whitekit // female // forgottenshadows
Elders --
↳ Caimantooth // female // .galaxy.
↳ Rook // male // the one & only vapor

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Leader --
↳ Honeystar // female // cosmic_chicken
Deputy --
↳ Lizardfang // female // prizmpaws
↳ Lionwhisker // male // bentlythedoll
Medicine Cats --
↳ Jaybird // female // jay.
↳ Orchidpaw // female // fennekchu
Warriors --
↳ Darkmoon // female // potioncat
↳ Saffronsky // male // honey--bee
↳ Frostbelly // male // twistedsongbird
↳ Heatherflash // female // firefoxx01
↳ Crowflight // make // recklessgod
↳ Scaleheart // female // poca,
↳ Goldenfang // female // starwindrider
↳ Whitefeather // female // brightdays
Apprentices --
↳ Pigeonpaw // female // honeystorm.
↳ Duskpaw // male // thedemonskiller
Queens --
↳ Sagecloud // female // forgottenshadow
Kits --
↳ Oceankit // male // mastergirl17

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Mentor
↳ Apprentice
Goldenfang
↳ Duskpaw
Spiraeapelt
↳ Wrenpaw
Caimantooth x Deceased
» Harrierstar » Terrorspirit
Terrorspirit x Gullstorm
» Minnowstream » Spiderfang
» Wrenpaw
Spiraeapelt x Willowstar
» Forestpelt» Azalealeaf
Heatherflash x Frostbelly
» Orchidpaw
Firestrike x Deceased
» Cypresskit » Leopardkit» Whitekit
Whitefeather x Unknown
» Oceankit » Deceased » Deceased
Sagecloud x Unknown
» Deceased » Deceased » Deceased
Thunderclan Total: 19
Windclan Total: 9
Total: 28

[#1 bunny boy]

Bubblefur - Thunderclan [tags; open, in med cat den recovering from his trauma] [voting; n/a]

Bubblefur stretched out his legs in front of him, adjusting to the new way of seeing through one eye. It was sad, really. How his mate's sister could do that to him he had no clue. Maybe she was just insane. The small cat licked at his paw, drawing it over his ear, being mindful of the scars on his face. They still stung like the dark forest and his eye was pretty much a non-existent blood red mess. Nobody seemed to care or pay attention and instead tried to focus on the fact that he wasn't damaged too badly. He wondered if this would affect his status as the deputy, he'd hate having to retire because of a silly little accident causing him to be half-blind. Bubblefur gave a soft sigh at the thought, glancing around the medicine den. He'd only ever been in here a few times after battling due to a few bleeding scratches here or there, he never thought he'd spend this much time in the den. He wanted to be out pretty badly.

[beeqlass]

//can someone pm me a link to the discord server? thank u !

[Lapis Lizzuli]

name; azalealeaf [thunderclan] tags; open

this whole time, azalealeaf had watched the combined clan’s numbers slowly trickle down until the warrior den was half empty and the apprentices were but one. half my family is gone, she remembered dully. her poor mother and sister, one murdered and the other accused. she hadn’t done anything to defend them, and the guilt consumed her every morning when she woke up. azalealeaf padded out of the warrior’s den, surveying the almost empty camp.

[Newts]

{should a new round be started? it's been 5 days :0}

[dotdottdoot]

Whitekit / Female / Nursey / Tags: Bubblefur, Firestrike, Cypresskit

Whitekit sluggishly woke up from her slumber. Peering over, she saw
her sibling and father fast asleep, like a dead piece of
prey. Whitekit carefully nudged her tiny, white, silky paw against Firestrike’s
face.
“Hellloooo? Get up pleeease!!”
No answer.
Whitekit huffed and sat down in dismay. Her father really ought
to be more considerate towards her than such a trivial matter
like sleep. Cypresskit never cared about her anyway, so there was
no reason to confront him.

[#1 bunny boy]

Bubblefur - Thunderclan [tags; whitekit, in nursery talking to the kits like a creep] [voting; n/a]

The small, half-blind tom gave a soft sigh and stood up. He wasn't to leave the medicine den but it couldn't hurt to walk around camp just a bit. Bubblefur padded outside the medicine den, glancing around the camp before landing his eyes on the nursery. Maybe he could check on the small kits to see how they were doing. It couldn't hurt, could it? With a smile, he padded over to the den and nudged his way inside, noticing that Whitekit was awake already. ""Good morning Whitekit! Did you sleep alright?" He gave a soft, quiet chirp, noticing everyone was still asleep.

[dotdottdoot]

Whitekit / Female / Nursey / Tags: Bubblefur, Firestrike, Cypresskit

Whitekit’s sun yellow eyes lit up at the sight of Bubblefur.
Finally! Someone to talk to! Also, someone to take advantage of
their piggy back rides... hehehe... Whitekit attempted to jump onto Bubblefur
to no prevail, clearly signaling that she wanted a piggy back
ride.
“Oh pleeeeeasee can I have a piggy back ride?????? You’ll be my
favooourite medicine cat if you agree!” She exclaimed, with the cutest
kitten eyes she could muster up.