Murderers in Thunderclan V.5 [News on page 897]

[ωolfie]

Bluegaze lowered her head, as she sat in the warrior's den. She couldn't help but think about the exile of their leader, and their new deputy. Now they have no one in charge, currently. Now, the only one she trusts is possibly Badgerstorm, him being the closest to a third in command. The warrior's ears twitched uncomfortably. What if their decision was wrong? Shaking her head, she padded out to the clearing, to the fresh-kill pile, hoping eating would cheer up her weak stomach. Seeing Whiteleaf run by into the medicine cat's den, she turned up her head curiously. Bluegaze started to pad towards Badgerstorm's den, deciding on offering her squirrel from the fresh-kill pile to him.

[imakilljoywannabe]

Emberflight stretched, smoothing his fur uneasily. Without anyone in charge, the camp had become very tense. He didn't think that he could trust anybody- even Badgerstorm. If he couldn't trust his leader... He shook the thoughts from his head. No. Hollystar had been the killer, she had to be. They were safe now. Emberflight padded out of the den, blinking in the sunlight. He turned to go find an apprentice to bring hunting, and as soon as he laid eyes on the den his heart dropped into his stomach, and his hope plummeted into the abyss of fear. Flickpaw was laying beside Breezepaw's unmoving body, pressed up against the tiny cat. "No... Not again!" Emberflight whispered. "It can't be... Breezepaw..." The warrior stepped closer, fearing getting too near and confirming his worst fear. Breezepaw was dead, and they had convicted the wrong cat.

[Meowdle]

Featherfern had tossed and turned all night that night, paranoid that the wrong cat had been exiled. She awoke that morning, hoping that she had been correct in her vote. She yawned and stretched as dim sunlight filled the warriors den. Planning to get something from the fresh-kill pile, she padded out. Instead of the mouth-watering scent of fresh-kill, a foul stench reached her nose - a stench strongly reminding her of the all-too-recent event of seeing Jaggedleaf's limp body in the forest, the same event that had led to her leader's exile. But it was soon proved that she had been wrong in her vote. In camp lay a second body, who she assumed was dead. Stepping slightly closer, tail dragging, she saw that it was Breezepaw. This time, the killer hadn't even killed a full-out warrior, but an innocent apprentice. Eyes full of sorrow for the loss, she sat down, her tail wrapping around her paws as she silently mourned.

[scrunklies]

Froststripe woke up. She scented something was not right. She padded over to the fresh-kill pile and gasped. Through the crowd of cats, she saw Breezepaw's dead body. "Oh no.. we exiled the wrong cat!" She yowled. She joined the group of cats, and started grieving. "Whoever is doing this, your going to pay." She growled under her breath.

[ωolfie]

As Bluegaze entered Badgerstorm's den, she found Whiteleaf with him. She opened her mouth to greet the two, but unfortunately Whitelwaf spoke first. Her eyes widened, her ears perked up. "B-Breezepaw? When? How? Why?!" Bluegaze whispered, dropping the squirrel on the ground. She turned to Whiteleaf and then to Badgerstorm, as if she was demanding them an explanation.

[Simonpet]

You may begin voting. If you change your vote, please say who you previously voted for. The exile will be posted tomorrow, my time (hopefully before 10 am).

[ωolfie]

{This is pretty hard.. Maybe Badgerstorm?}

[Simonpet]

Whiteleaf: ||
Blueglaze: |||

[Kylee Hart]

{{Murderer PM me?

[kaden]

Badgerstorm

Badgerstorm was in his den, he was busily sorting his herbs as he planned before the event of their deputy's death, he started to pick some mint leaves and place them where they were meant to be when he heard a voice behind him. the fluffy tom recognised her as Whiteleaf and greeted her with a smile, then he noticed her blank, fearful expression and the words he was dreading to hear, 'Another cat dead?! We exiled our leader for nothing and now we are without any leader!' he thought with shock and anger, "Are you sure she's dead?" he asked quietly before quickly walking outside, there in the middle of the camp, was the body of Breezepaw, smothered in blood, he nosed her cheek silently, it was cold, she had been dead for a while now. Suddenly anger started to bubble through the medicine cat, 'Who would kill an innocent apprentice like Breezepaw?! She was too young to die like this! Who would do such a sick thing?' he questioned in his head.

[ whiteleaf? i've got no clue XD ]