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

[master of spaz]

Stoneear's eyes fluttered open. The words echoed in his ears. Had he been dreaming? No - his bottom lip trembled as a sudden cold shiver travelled, ventured down his long spine. He blinked once. Then twice. A third time, before pausing and catching his breath. He hadn't realized he'd been holding it. His old bones shuffled backwards as he stumbled to stand.

"Who said that?' he hissed, sounding more like a grumpy elder, than an older warrior, as he squeezed out of the thin-mouthed den. His eyes landed on Flamepaw. "What's going on?"

[gallifrey falls.]

xxxxFlamepaw
Flamepaw looked up as Stoneear approached, relieved to see a senior warrior. His tone didn't preturbe her too much, she mostly glad to have someone older and hopefully wiser to pass the information on to. Stoneear or Willowstar or another senior warrior would surely know what to do.
"I-I'm not sure," she stammered. "I was just collecting herbs outside of camp and then found their scents - Featherwisp's and Lionwhisker's. I thought it was strange they left camp, but I guess it wasn't really. I followed their scent to the lake shore and they were just lying there! Featherwisp's throat was slashed open and Lionwhisker had a snake bite. Both were gone by the time I got there.." Flamepaw steeled herself to reveal the worst part of the news: "Featherwisp had been killed by another cat, but the only scent was ThunderClan. I smelled another cat's scent around theirs but it was too faint to tell who."
As far-fetched as it sounded, Flamepaw hoped there was some easy explanation to this. Maybe the snake had bit both of them, and she had mistaken the claw marks on Featherwisp's throat for fang marks. Or another cat from ShadowClan or RiverClan had covered up their scent thoroughly. Just not that a murderer was among their own Clanmates.

[fairygutz]

(aw, missed it! beautiful exile, poor cloudstep.. although it is true to her character. she is truly a lonely cat. anyways, murderer pm me?)

[shimmerstream]

Sorrelclaw awoke from her spot in the nursery. She was no longer a queen, but with the death of Dovekit's mother she'd reassumed the role of fostermother until the little she-kit became an apprentice. There was some commotion outside, but so far Dovekit's hadn't yet awoken. Sorrelclaw raised herself up gently, trying not to wake the kit. Her joints complained at the motion, popping and hurting just a bit. She was too proud to go to the medicine cats over this problem, but it was getting steadily worse, what with leaf-fall approaching and all. It would take a lot for her to give in however, and she'd just learn to deal with it. Padding softly through the doorway with a little duck, Sorrelclaw heard the tail-end of Flamepaw's news as he reported it to Stoneear. The words made her bristle, she couldn't believe what she'd just heard him say. It was awful, Featherwisp and Lionwhisker were both dead. How could the be? She tried to calm herself. "Think Flamepaw." Sorrelclaw urged the apprentice gently, "There must've been a defining scent, one that didn't belong. There has to be."

[.alfie]

Swanshade opened her eyes with a blink, as she heard and felt other cats brushing past her urgently as she slept. She crawled out of the den, seeing two warriors laying on the grass. She walked slowly, her legs trembling with fear, and she reached the circle of cats for which seemed like years traveling to. She could her the pounding of her heart and felt it in her ears. She knew she smelled the strong tang of blood and death, and saw the what was going on for sure. Two warriors were dead, right in front of her. She gasped, too horrified to ask what was going on.

[spumoniie]

Willowstar awoke to the sound of cats yowling. Half annoyed, she leaped down from the high rocks to see what all the commotion was. She couldn't see anything from the crowd of cats that was forming. Annoyed, she yowled. Still, no cat moved. this must be important... she thought to herself. She pushed through the crowd careful not to shove anyone, and when she finally got to the center she stopped dead in her tracks. Her eyes widened in surprise. Rage and sorrow washed over and engulfed her like a tidal wave. She shouted at the crowd "Who did this!?" She managed to say. She didn't want to think anyone from her camp did this. It must have been a fox or another warrior, just, please don't let it be from thunderclan! She looked at the crowd, reading their expressions. She knew that as a leader she needed to not let her feelings get the best of her. She called to the deputy. "Sleetpelt!"

[twistedm0th]

Dang, missed it again! Murderer PM me?

[Coco Bunny]

Halfmuzzle woke up grumpily. There was a lot of noise outside the elders den. Halfmuzzle slowly climbed to her paws and dragged herself out, grumbling about apprentices. However, this was short-lived as she flicked her ears, eyes widening. 'I heard that wrong, right?' She croaked, stumbling towards the group of cats

[hxneystorm]

Lakepelt
The grey tom's eyes flickered open with a loud groan as the sound of yowls and meows woke him from his slumber. He gingerly stood up and arched his back, hearing a satisfactory crack in his back as he did so, his ears slowly unjumbling the noise that surrounded him. Featherwisp... Lionwhisker...
They weren't there.
His eyes widened. They aren't usually up this early.
He made his way out of the den sleepily, noting the large crowd of cats around the leader's den, began heading towards them. The worried mutters and meows of his clanmates slowly began to make sense to him, and what he heard made his blood run cold.
They were dead.
"Lionwhisker?! Featherwisp?! They're dead?! No!"

[Albino_]

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