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

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(Not in the round, murderer PM me please?)

[sparks!]

Missed it ;-; Murderer pm me?

[SpiceCookie]

(No I missed it! Murderer PM me?)

[Tsukỉ]

murderer pm me?

[.arctic.]

Murderer pm me?

[Jaskiest]

"Scatterpaw!"
A familiar call stopped Scatterpaw in his tracks, dropping the hare he'd been carrying as he bounded over to the fellow cat.
"Would you like to hear a story?"
Scatterpaw nodded enthusiastic, delighted to have an excuse to shirk his duties (he wasn't a bad apprentice, it was just that the Elder's Den always smelt fusty and weird and he couldn't see why someone else couldn't feed the grumpy old molly for once). Perhaps it was a little strange to have a story told to him in the middle of camp, but if it gave him an excuse to relax he wasn't going to complain.
"Are you comfortable?"
Scatterpaw nodded again. He was not, in fact, particularly comfortable on the dusty ground he lay on, but dusk was approaching quickly and he feared he'd fall asleep if he found anywhere more cosy.
"Very well," mewed the other cat. "Then we shall begin.
"Once there was an apprentice, and he was braver than any other. No one made him do any duties - he was far too busy defending the camp, doing tasks few warriors could hope to undertake. Some speculated that such treatment would make him arrogant and lazy, but this apprentice simply could not put a foot wrong. He grey older and wiser; he always had an ear open to hear the trials and tribulations of other cats, and sometimes even StarClan came to ask his advice. It was only natural that when the deputy died of Greencough during Leafbare, it was he who took her place. He was there when his leader took her last breath, and proudly stood before the Moonpool as he received his nine lives. But he never forgot his humble beginning, when he was a mere apprentice called Scatterpaw."
Enthralled by the tale, Scatterpaw leaned closer to the other cat.
"Woah, that's amazing! Is it a true story?"
The cat didn't seem to hear him, and they continued their story.
"He did have one flaw, though. One terrible, terrible flaw, that eventually spelt his end."
Scatterpaw gasped.
"What was it?"
The other cat smirked.
"He was a gullible idiot."
A flash of fangs, a terrible crunch, and Scatterpaw was no more.

Watch out, ThunderClan, there is a murderer among you!

Leader --
↳ Nightstar//Female//MockSun

Deputy --
↳ Flinteyes//Male//I.C.

Medicine Cat --
↳ Littlesneeze//Male//z.ombie

Medicine Cat Apprentice --
↳ Frostpaw//Female//kinikat

Warriors --
↳ Hawkwing//Male//MyLostShadow
↳ Emberclaws//Male//Bumbletear
↳ Mistletail//Female//Quartz.
↳ Wetfur//Male//~MacManus~

Apprentices --
↳ Riverpaw//Female//Katrione
↳ Scatterpaw//Male//Areater
↳Smudgepaw//Female//kaden

Queens --
↳ Ravenwing//Female//Swiftlet
↳ Smallstep//Female//Soul of Winter
Kits --
↳ Cloudkit//Female//Stoneleaf

Elders --
↳ Gingerstorm//Female//Simonpet

14 cats

[Areater]

I had a bad feeling ;v;
Murderer pm me?

[Simonpet]

Name: Gingerstorm
Gender: She-Cat
Rank: Elder
Description: Ginger
tabby with a white chest
and lemon-yellow eyes

Gingerstorm woke from her nap. Where was that young apprentice? He wasn't normally late. She liked Scatterpaw. Despite his obvious reluctance to always be on elder's duty--and who could blame him, really?--he was never this late.
Gingerstorm stepped out of her den, quietly muttering curses when her right foreleg almost collapsed under her weight. It had never been the same since that battle.
"Scatterpaw?" she called, looking around. It was then that she saw him, lying in the middle of the camp, seemingly asleep. She padded towards him. "Scatterpaw, I'll tell your mentor that you--" She had reached the apprentice and saw the blood under him. The apprentice was clearly dead. In a panic, the elder began yowling names. "Nightstar! Flinteyes! Littlesneeze! Emberclaws! Someone! Help! Scatterpaw is dead!"
She nosed the little apprentice, feeling sadness. She was far older than him; she should be in StarClan, not him! He was only an apprentice...
Gingerstorm lay down next to Scatterpaw's body, grumpy no more. Though her sense of smell was getting worse by the day, there was no scent but ThunderClan. She refused to acknowledge the most likely explenation: that one of her Clanmates had murdered the apprentice.

[Chaotic Queen]

Smallstep woke to Gingerstorm How long. The queen covered her wars but then got up. She then heard the elder call out names then she heard someone help scatterpaw is dead. That woke the queen up as she did her best to rush to the elder and making sure not to step on any queens or kits. The queen panted as she was next to the elder. Smallsteps eyes widdened as she shook her head "no.. He can't be" she said wide eyed. She smelled something as she sniffed the dead apprentices body and smelled thudnerclan and nobody else. The queen touched her nose to his bloody pelt as tears escaped. He was just an apprentice and he shouldn't have been taken.

[Simonpet]

Name: Gingerstorm
Gender: She-Cat
Rank: Elder
Description: Ginger
tabby with a white chest
and lemon-yellow eyes

"Smallstep," rasped Gingerstorm, hoarse from her yowling. "Did you see anymore come into the camp and...?" She couldn't say the final two words. Instead, her ears flattened and she turned away. This can't be happening, she thought. It's just a nightmare and Scatterpaw will wake you up in a moment and bring you something to eat. That's all. But she didn't believe herself.