Murderers in Riverclan V.3 [welcome back!]

[eltonn]

abstaining- |||||
sunnypaw- |
yellowgaze- 1

standby for exile, sorry for the wait!

[AquilaFuga]

ＲＩＶＥＲＣＬＡＮ

Doeflame watched the cats milling around camp, a
sick, twisted form of pride glowing in her eyes as they
questioned where Applepaw was, what had happened
to him. She couldn't keep a purr out of her voice as
she brushed her tail against the face of the Cursed
Cat. "One down, thirteen to go," she murmured, a
small chuckle tailing the last word. The Cursed Cat
stared at her wordlessly with round eyes as the
calico shecat trotted away with her tail raised
triumphantly in the air. No one else seem preturbed
by the female's presence. They could not see her.

The Cursed One was alone with her ghost.
The cursed one still walks among you, Riverclan...

Leader --
↳ Bramblestar // shecat // yung gravy

Deputy --
↳ Tanglebelly // tom // iceypopCS

Medicine Cats --
↳ Breezefire // shecat // Breezecat
↳ Eelskip // tom // honeystorm.wishes

Warriors --
↳ Firefeather // tom // 22tabby
↳ Scarface // tom // shimmerstream
↳ Emeraldeye // shecat // Tainted~Wings
↳ Yellowgaze // tom // veritas.
↳ Dawnpetal // shecat // Firefoxx01

Apprentices --
↳ Sunnypaw // tom // kitty_cat_meow_face
↳mentor: Tanglebelly
↳ Nightpaw // shecat // Fading Dreams
↳mentor: Yellowgaze
↳ Applepaw // tom // fengo;
↳mentor: n/a

Queens --
↳ Nettlesong // shecat // twistedSongbird

Kits --
↳ Dovekit // shecat // _Pockii
↳ Heronkit // shecat // BrightDays

Elders
↳ none

----

round info: MiR Doc
round type:
MiR Chatzy
[removed]

toms: 06
she-cats: 08
total: 14

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families + relationships:
- Tanglebelly + Nettlesong = Dovekit, Heronkit
- Dawnpetal + Firefeather = Applepaw, Sunnypaw, Nightpaw
- ??? + ??? = Firefeather, Breezefire
- ??? + ??? = Bramblestar [l2], Yellowgaze [l2], Tanglebelly [l1]
- ??? + ??? = Eelskip, Nettlesong, Scarface, Emeraldeye

[AquilaFuga]

ＲＩＶＥＲＣＬＡＮ

Doeflame's gaze glinted as they watched the slow
rise and fall of the Cursed One's chest. It had been
half a moon since the death of Applepaw, and the
clan, while still in grief, had begun to settle down.
Some claimed a rogue had gotten him, others believed
it was an unseen illness, or even a slip of the paws.
Those who believed the latter two had been terribly
ignorant of the bitewounds gracing his pelt, but oh
well. Their loss.

And speaking of loss, tonight it was time for another,
Doeflame decided. The clan had enough time to mourn.
Now, it was time to take again.

Doeflame slipped out of the Cursed Cat's den, observing
the camp silently before sidling up to Tanglebelly's nest.
She brushed her tail against his ears until he began to
stir, then padded a few steps away, watching him intently.
The tom blinked open his eyes slowly, then focused his gaze
on Doeflame. It was silent for a moment before he spoke.
"You're dead," he observed the transparent quality of her fur.

Doeflame dipped her head silently, flicking her tail to indicate
the tom should follow her. He did so, and the pair strolled
into a clearing not far from camp. Doeflame cleared her
throat, then circled around to Tanglebelly, a small smile
playing across her whiskers. "I have words for you from
the land of the dead," her voice was smooth as silk.

"And what would those words be?" Tanglebelly's whiskers
twitched curiously.

"Starclan can't help the ones of water any longer. Soon,
you will all feel my claws raking through your skin."

Tanglebelly tilted his head slowly. "is this supposed to be
a prophecy? I'm no medicine ca-" his words were cut short
by Doeflame leaping at him, claws outstretched. Tangle-
belly let out a screech as his eyes were speared, rearing
back and attempting to throw the calico cat onto the
ground. Doeflame was a rather large cat, almost the
same size as the humongous tom, and the fight
took quite a struggle. Eventually though, the deceased
shecat took the upper paw; after all, she didn't have
death to fear.

Once the deed was done, she tore a few hairs from the
pelt of the deceased deputy, proudly trotting back to
camp with them clamped in her jaws. She prodded
the nose of the Cursed One, scattering the tufts across
the top of their head. The two pelt colors contrasted
each other in the dim morning light, and Doeflame
gave a small huff to scatter them away. She couldn't
leave any evidence, after all. That would be no fun.
You've lost your deputy, riverclan....

Leader --
↳ Bramblestar // shecat // yung gravy

Deputy --
↳ Tanglebelly // tom // iceypopCS

Medicine Cats --
↳ Breezefire // shecat // Breezecat
↳ Eelskip // tom // honeystorm.wishes

Warriors --
↳ Firefeather // tom // 22tabby
↳ Scarface // tom // shimmerstream
↳ Emeraldeye // shecat // Tainted~Wings
↳ Yellowgaze // tom // veritas.
↳ Dawnpetal // shecat // Firefoxx01

Apprentices --
↳ Sunnypaw // tom // kitty_cat_meow_face
↳mentor: Tanglebelly
↳ Nightpaw // shecat // Fading Dreams
↳mentor: Yellowgaze
↳ Applepaw // tom // fengo;
↳mentor: n/a

Queens --
↳ Nettlesong // shecat // twistedSongbird

Kits --
↳ Dovekit // shecat // _Pockii
↳ Heronkit // shecat // BrightDays

Elders
↳ none

----

round info: MiR Doc
round type:
MiR Chatzy
[removed]

toms: 05
she-cats: 08
total: 13

----

families + relationships:
- Tanglebelly + Nettlesong = Dovekit, Heronkit
- Dawnpetal + Firefeather = Applepaw, Sunnypaw, Nightpaw
- ??? + ??? = Firefeather, Breezefire
- ??? + ??? = Bramblestar [l2], Yellowgaze [l2], Tanglebelly [l1]
- ??? + ??? = Eelskip, Nettlesong, Scarface, Emeraldeye

[shimmerstream]

Scarface had gotten out of his nest early to use the dirtplace, but now that he was up he didn’t feel like going back to sleep again. He absentmindedly groomed himself in the clearing, his tongue catching on old scars and patches where fur no longer grew. Scarface huffed, he’d lived as he was for more than half his life now, and that was the only part that still got him. He was fine without his tail and had learned to use rely on only one eye, but grooming himself could still be such a pain sometimes. He figured he’d just rinse off in the river instead of fighting with his fur for the next hour.

Gazing out to the east, Scarface saw that the sky was just beginning to turn orange through the trees. Figuring no one would complain about extra food in the fresh-kill pile when the woke up, Scarface made up his mind to go on a predawn fishing trip. Little did he know that on his way to his favorite fishing spot he would discover the deputy dead for seemingly no reason at all.

[DaisieGames]

Heronkit got up slowly. "Neetlesong I'm going to see if anyone wants some help," she whispered to the queen, before exiting the nursery. Sighing as she saw.Scarface's tail tip went out the entrance, but glanced around realizing they where the only ones up. The kit slowly snuck out of camp and followed aftwr the warrior, curious to where her uncle was going.

[shimmerstream]

Scarface padded through Riverclan territory to his favorite fishing spot rather leisurely. It was further away from camp than many of the other popular locations, but he found the bank at this particular spot to be just the right size and shape to spot fish and snatch them from the water.

The warrior wasn't even halfway to his destination when he passed through a small clearing in the underbrush and stopped dead in his tracks as the stink of blood assaulted his nostrils and his eye settled on Tanglebelly, limp and broken on the ground. "Foxdung." The warrior breathed in shock. He scanned the area and there were obvious signs of a fight; uproated weeds, scuffs in the dirt, blood and fur littered everywhere. Something seemed wrong about the crime scene however. Scarface wasn't an expert, but the thought tugging at the back of his mind was that there appeared to be evidence for only one cat in the fight. But that was impossible, wasn’t it?

[DaisieGames]

Heronkit let out a small squeak, seeing what Scarface saw. Realizing, she crouched down in her huddling place, ears flat against her head, hopping he didn't hear her.

[shimmerstream]

Even as stunned as he was, of course Scarface heard the squeak behind him. He cursed himself for not noticing her earlier. He stomped over to where he'd seen Heronkit's ears vanish. He loomed over the huddled kitten. "You don't belong outside camp." He growled, leaning over to pick Heronkit up by the scruff. It was strange, he never put on this tough show for his nieces, but the stress brought the comfortable affectation back. Plus, a little intimidation at this point wouldn’t kill her. Tanglebelly was Heronkit's father, she needed to be with her mother right now, to be protected by the clan that loved her. Not out in the open with a corpse.

[DaisieGames]

Heronkit let out a meow of protest, trying to strugle against Scarface. "I can walk!" she meowed, huffing when she wasn't put down. "Sorry," she meowed, ears back. "What happened to daddy?" she asked, clearly curious.

[Firefoxx01]

Dawnpetal

Dawnpetal woke up, but didn’t move from her nest. How could she continue to get up each day and act as though her son was still alive? She couldn’t. Maybe it was best for her to lay in her nest for the rest of her life. She didn’t know what else to do.
I guess I could get up and help the clan out, that’s probably what Applepaw would’ve wanted. For me to keep going strong. I’m not the only cat who lost him, but it doesn’t make the blow any softer.
She reluctantly got up from her nest and walked into camp. Not many cats were up. She saw Scarface leave camp, and Heronkit was in the clearing for a bit, but that was it.