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

[MyLostShadow]

Username -- MyLostShadow
Name -- Hawkwing
Gender -- Male
Rank -- Warrior
Short Description -- A large dark brown tabby with medium length fur and dark green eyes. Hawkwing is strong and agile, making him an excellent warrior, though his size makes stalking prey a bit of a problem. He can appear a little distant at times, though only wants the best for his clan. He's a young warrior, and takes his responsibilities very seriously.

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forms are closed. i was hoping to give coco a chance to join, but unfortunately they were not quick enough in responding.

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sending roles.

Leader --
↳ nightstar // she-cat // MockSun

Deputy --
↳ beetlenose // she-cat // Lafayette

Medicine Cat --
↳ froststep// she-cat // kinikat

Medicine Cat Apprentice --
↳ icepaw // she-cat // iupa.

Warriors --
↳ stormpelt // she-cat // ---?
↳ snowberry // she-cat // -Sparkledragon-
↳ mouselily // she-cat // BubbleT3a
↳ wetfur// tom // ~Macmanus~
↳ cloudfur // tom // .mochi
↳ acorntail // she-cat // SpiceCookie
↳ hawkwing // tom // MyLostShadow

Apprentices --
↳ smudgepaw // she-cat // kaden
↳ bluepaw // tom // crutchie_
↳ riverpaw // she-cat // Katrione

Queens --
↳ lillystep // she-cat // Soul Of Winter

Kits --
↳ sootkit // she-kit // sugar pixel .
↳ grasskit // tom // griffingirl4everx3

Elders --
↳ none

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round info: here
chatzy: here

toms:
she-cats:
total: 13

[Monomares]

((Woops, didn't see the message till now.))
((I can wait till next time ;3))

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when mouselily was young, her
mother always used to say that
most things seemed unfair.

"you will always find some
reason to cry for your own
sake, my dear little ones. no
matter what happens, life will
always seem as though it is
unfair, unjust to you, and to
you in particular, like starclan
has something against you.

"if you look for ways the world
is cruel, you will never cease
to find them, and it will eat you
up inside, tear at your belly co-
nstaantly, like claws, only sharp-
-er, and more painful."

that was what she used to say,
so mouselily had always done
her best to stay positive, to fight
hard and to never fall into blam-
-ing the world for her problems.
she was a good, straight-forward
she-cat, and did her best, beca-
-use that was what she was taught
she ought to do.

and she had been blessed for it.

she'd given birth to two wonderful
kits, who had grown into wonder-
-ful apprentices, training and
working hard. she had taught her
own offsprings the lessons her
mother had instilled within her,
and she lived happily.

until now.

barely a quarter of a moon ago,
mouselily had lost her mate. he
had been deputy, had been a
good and kind and brave cat, and
though he'd had his days, he was
always the cat that anyone would
think of when they thought of a
deputy. he'd been killed at the
paws of enemy patrol when they
met on the border. things had
quickly turned sour, gotten out
of control despite gorseface's
calm and vibrant personality. he
had been murdered, and both
patrols had gone home somber,
quiet, grieving.

his sister, beetlenose, succeeded
him as deputy shortly after his
death, and it had been bittersweet
for the small she-cat.

for days, mouselily had been on
edge, watching over those close to
her carefully. at night, she would
find herself lying awake, watching
beetlenose's flank rise and fall, soft
breaths echoing in the den.

she wanted to protect them. all of
them, for as long as she could.

that night, mouselily had spent the
night in the clearing, in an attempt
to clear her head. she wished she
had been there, to at least see him
go, to comfort him through his final
breaths.

he was too young to have died in
such a silly argument about a scrap
of fur and meat.

as she sat still, gazing at the moon,
she didn't have a chance to fight back
against her killer.

claws pierced her flesh, teeth buried
in her spine. she could not make a
sound, the teeth severing her nerves
with a soft, quick snap, a light flashing
through the she-cat's eyes before her
optics went dim. she slumped, and she
slid to the ground, unable to think, un-
-able to breathe as her vision darkened.

in the silence, as mouselily's life seeped
from her pretty, slender body, the killer
pressed their nose into her neck, taking
a deep, quiet breath.

"i'm sorry. this way, you won't have to
suffer through anything that comes next."
came the hushed voice, before the killer
turned, glancing up at the moon.

this was just the beginning, after all.

watch out, thunderclan! a killer lurks
among you!

Leader --
↳ nightstar // she-cat // MockSun

Deputy --
↳ beetlenose // she-cat // Lafayette

Medicine Cat --
↳ froststep// she-cat // kinikat

Medicine Cat Apprentice --
↳ icepaw // she-cat // iupa.

Warriors --
↳ stormpelt // she-cat // ---?
↳ snowberry // she-cat // -Sparkledragon-
↳ mouselily // she-cat // BubbleT3a
↳ wetfur// tom // ~Macmanus~
↳ cloudfur // tom // .mochi
↳ acorntail // she-cat // SpiceCookie
↳ hawkwing // tom // MyLostShadow

Apprentices --
↳ smudgepaw // she-cat // kaden
↳ bluepaw // tom // crutchie_
↳ riverpaw // she-cat // Katrione

Queens --
↳ lillystep // she-cat // Soul Of Winter

Kits --
↳ sootkit // she-kit // sugar pixel .
↳ grasskit // tom // griffingirl4everx3

Elders --
↳ none

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round info: here
chatzy: here

toms: 5
she-cats: 11
total: 16

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darn, missed it! Just got back from school :< murderer pm me?))

[Katrione]

riverpaw raised her head drowsily, her blind amber eyes opening moments before she turned her head to groom the fur on her shoulder. the dark grey and amber she-cat angled her ears in the direction of her sleeping littermate before she hauled herself to her paws.

the blind apprentice nosed her way out of the apprentices den, her jaws parting in a wide yawn as she entered the clearing. her nose wrinkled at the coppery scent in the air, hardly able to smell anything else. riverpaw followed the scent to the front of the camp, halting when she suddenly stepped into something wet. she stood there for a moment, confused before leaning down to sniff what she had stepped in.

blood

riverpaw jumped back, startled when her nose brushed against fur. it took her a moment to recognize the scent of the fur beneath the coppery scent of the blood. "mom!" she wailed.

{{If it's alright to say that she was one of the kits you mentioned... if not, then pretend she said her name instead of mom}}

[scuttlefish]

Sootkit

Sootkit yawned. Would it be better to stay in the cozy nest or go out and explore the world? As a kit, she was still developing her personality, but most of the time she'd choose the safer option. Sootkit wrestled with her choices. She compromised with herself on going to the edge of the nursery, taking a look outside to see how everyone else was doing, and climbing back into the toasty nest. Her paws met chilly floor as she stepped across the nursery. Sootkit stretched her neck outside, then quickly retracted it. She remember some older cat had once told her that if you went outside the nursery without a queen, an eagle would fall down from the sky and carry you away and chop your head off and eat you! Well, it probably wasn't true..but better to be safe than sorry, right?

So from inside the eagle-less nursery, she scanned the camp. There was a lump of a fluffy white cat sitting a little bit far away. Sootkit thought that it looked sort of like Mouselily. Mouselily also sorta looked like she was doing some weird form of stretching? And her neck looked super crooked...

Sootkit was about to turn around when she saw Riverpaw, one of the apprentices, track her way to Mouselily and wail. She was confused, and racked her mind. Wait a minute......I think Riverpaw was Mouselily's kit! That meant Mouselily used to be a queen, and therefore she could go outside without any large scary birds of prey preying upon her! Curiousity and shyness warred within her. Eventually, curiousity took over and she stepped into the clearing. "Riverpaw?" Remembering that the apprentice was blind, she tagged on, "It's Sootkit, what's Mouselily doing?"

[Katrione]

riverpaw jumped slightly when she heard sootkit's voice, turning her head in the kit's direction. "g-go get froststep! mouselily's hurt!" riverpaw whimpered, turning her attention back to her mother's body, nudging her cheek gently with her nose. "mom, please get up." she whined.

[MockSun]

It had been a quarter moon since she'd lost Gorseface to the claws of an enemy patrol, and the pain was only beginning to dull. Nightstar had considered the vibrant tom a friend, in addition to her deputy. She hadn't loved him, and his heart belonged to Mouselily even if she had developed those kind of feelings. But nevertheless, his loss left an ache in the leader's chest. Somehow the feeling lingered that she should have seen this coming, should have been able to tell that the rising tensions with ThunderClan's neighbor would lead to this. She should have been able to quell this before it came to the blood of a brother and a father and a mate being spilled. She should have been there to give a life in his place - she had two more still, and that was double the amount her clanmates had.

She would carry on, as she always had before, but in the privacy of her den she gave herself a moment to mourn, carrying the former deputy in her thoughts. I'll see you in StarClan someday, my friend. Please, guard my clan from the stars until that day arrives. She let herself think, taking a moment to collect herself. She put on a steely expression and heaved herself to her feet, preparing herself to face the day.

But the quiet haze surrounding her thoughts only truly dissolved when she heard Riverpaw's panicked wail. Her ears perked, and her expression gave way to hastily hidden panic. She sprung from her den, orange eyes narrowed. Riverpaw was in danger! Maybe she'd lost Gorseface, lost him to her own shortsightedness as a leader, but the stars would take her before she let them take his daughter, she owed that to him-

"Riverpaw!" Nightstar snarled on reflex, her gaze snapping around camp for a threat. But there was nothing to find, and nothing to defend Riverpaw from. The horrible realization snapped in an instant. Riverpaw hadn't been calling for Mouselily, she'd been...

Nightstar bit back a curse, forcing a steely expression again. Mouselily wasn't breathing, and with her neck bent at that sickening angle... she could tell in a heartbeat that there was nothing Froststep could do to save her. "Riverpaw... I'm sorry. She's gone." She gritted her teeth, regretting her words the instant they left her mouth. She walked with a quiet determination in her gait, turning to Sootkit. She wanted her away from Mouselily, as soon as she could. "Sootkit, come with me to get Froststep." She murmured, deciding it would be best to give the apprentice a moment alone.