Murderers in Riverclan V.1

[irae]

Round Type: Normal

yawning, whiteflower curled up, happily thinking of
stoneheart and his new kit, shrewkit. what had he
done to deserve such a beautiful family? he didn't
know, but was still grateful.

"whiteflower! wake up!" he heard a voice whisper,
prodding him with a paw. "oh, hello-"

the cat shushed him before he could say their name.
"come with me, i need to show you something."

"oh, okay," whiteflower agreed, and padded after them.
the cat led him out of camp and into the woods.
whiteflower could hear the peaceful running of the river
not far from them as they padded through the territory.

the cat stopped suddenly. whiteflower stopped as well,
nearly running into them. they were standing next to
a pretty white flower that looked almost like...

"foxglove? what's that fo-" the white tom was cut off
when the cat jumped on him, knocking the breath out
of his lungs. whiteflower struggled, but the cat held him
down. they ripped one of the bell-shaped white flowers
down from the bush and yanked his jaw open with some
difficulty.

"good night, whiteflower.." the cat snarled through
their clenched teeth as they forced the foxglove
down whiteflower's throat. tears ran down the sides
of whiteflower's face as he felt himself being forced
to swallow.

the cat stepped off of the white tom when they felt
him stop struggling. he felt pain ripping through his
body as his body unsuccessfully tried to rid itself of
the poisonous seeds. whiteflower convulsed, tears
running freely down his face as he realized he would
never get to see his son grow up and become a warrior.

whiteflower lay limp, his breath coming in short, painful
gasps, his face wet with tears. the murderer walked off,
leaving whiteflower to die.

"whiteflower!" stoneheart shrieked, running towards
her beloved mate. "i saw you leave camp and followed..
oh, i'm so sorry!" stoneheart was now crying as well,
nuzzling her mate. "i love you..."

whiteflower smiled, and closed his eyes, the feeling of
his mate with him distracting him from the excruciating
pain. he convulsed once more and both of them felt the
life leave his body.

stoneheart cried over his body, laying next to it. she was
so heartbroken, she grabbed the foxglove and downed
three flowers' worth of seeds, more than enough to kill
her. she collapsed, her chest hitting a stone as she went
down. she lay there beside whiteflower's body, convulsing,
crying, and eventually saw the world fade away.

a beloved family was ripped apart this horrible night
by a wretched, heartless killer. watch out, riverclan,
any one of you could be next.

Leader
↬ deerstar//male//crutchie_

Deputy
↬ pondberry//male//empathea ;;

Medicine Cat
↬ pebblesong//female//Gᴀʟʟɪғʀᴇʏ Fᴀʟʟs ❥

Medicine Cat Apprentice
↬ nightpaw//female//Fading Dreams

Warriors
↬ whiteflower//male//dove.
↬ nettlesplash//female//Skystorm242
↬ dappleheart//male//Ulysses.

Apprentices
↬ otterpaw//female//nebulas.
↬ blackpaw//female//UltimateKitty

Queens
↬ whiteleaf//female//ƜαтєяƜσƖf600
↬ stoneheart//female//BrightDays

Kits
↬ shrewkit//male//Rose Water

Elders
↬ cloudedsight//male//fairylights. ;

males: 5 // females: 6 // total: 11

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[Jaskiest]

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[Coco Bunny]

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[starsailor]

Whiteleaf was surprised to see that Stoneheart wasn't in the den, but her kit was. Nudging Shrewkit in a better position to sleep in, Whiteleaf looked at the kit with a tinge of slight joy. Quite soon, the molly would have some of her own. Feeling a bit hungry, Whiteleaf padded out of the nursery and into the main camp. The molly picked up a small rabbit and started eating it.

[dove.]

[murder p.m?]

[faerie;]

Cloudedsight opened his bi-colored eyes, his ears flattened. The tom was used to hearing the queens in the den ramble about who's kit would grow stronger, albeit their promises not to brag. He shrugged the eerie silence off, the nursery kits had fallen asleep early with no complaint from their mothers earlier that day. Although he heard distant murmurs and rustling, he took it for cats turning in their nests and accidentally waking up their denmates. He exhaled and rolled over, his side pressing against the mud-packed wall as he snored again, just enough to annoy the nearby dens. He smirked.

[starsailor]

Deciding that Stoneheart wouldn't leave Shrewkit alone without Stoneheart herself for that long, Whiteleaf decided to investigate. The molly padded towards the river, partly to get a drink, partly to find Stoneheart. As she neared the river, the molly saw a irregular part of the ground. As she padded closer, the she-cat realised it was the two bodies of the would-be father and mother. Stoneheart and Whiteflower. All thoughts of getting a drink, removed from her mind, Whiteleaf let out a shrill scream and backed away slightly.

[Arid Wyvern]

Nettlesplash arched her back and yawned, blinking the sleep out of her eyes. What better thing to do than to do some early morning hunting for my clan! She stepped out of the warrior den, careful not to trod on anyone, and burst out into the cool air. She sighed, noticing the new yellow blooms starting to dot the camp. Nettlesplash padded out of camp, searching for the best place to hunt. She paused, scenting the air for prey, but froze abruptly, her eyes widening as the scent of death clashed against the soft scents of the river. She shakily followed the scent and pushed through the reeds and stood in horror at two lumps of fur lying next to each other. She bounded over, identifying Whiteflower and Stoneheart and shoved her nose into their fur, hoping to Starclan that it wasn't what she feared. Their damp, ice cold fur met her nose. She yowled in grief (not even noticing Whiteleaf), realizing with a pang that their young son Shrewkit was left without parents. "Starclan how could you let this happen?!" She sobbed.

[faerie;]

Cloudedsight was abruptly woken by a scream seeping into his dreams. Realizing that it was not a nightmare, he stood up shakily and leaned against the mud wall for support. He made his way into the clearing of the camp, being too much of a coward to see what the source was. He would much rather stay back and wait for gossip to fill the air - or his leader's yowl for a sudden meeting. Either or, really. Apart from that, anxiety prickled at his pelt as the nursery had yet to bustle with life. That scream had to have woken up at least one kit, which would start off a chain reaction, ending in very grumpy cats. His paranoia got the best of him as his mind combed through scenario after his scenario, making his stomach turn.

[22tabby]

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