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

[Chaotic Queen]

Smallstep shook her head "I didn't see anyone. I have been in the nursery with the kits and other queens" she said sadly. She picked her head up to look around. She dosnt see the cat she wanted to see. She needed comfort from one cat who she couldn't find

[Simonpet]

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

Gingerstorm sighed. She felt an irrational urge to shout at the queen for not protecting Scatterpaw, but knew that it wouldn't help.
"We should... We should tell Nightstar," Gingerstorm choked out. "She should know that someone... That Scatterpaw is dead."

[Katrione]

Riverpaw poked her head out of the apprentices den, her blind amber eyes turning in Gingerstorm's direction. "What about Scatterpaw?" She asked, carefully nosing her way the rest of the way out of the apprentices den.

[Simonpet]

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

Gingerstorm turned to see Riverpaw. For a moment, the elder was unsure of what to say. Should she lie, or should she tell the truth? She decided to tell the truth.
"Riverpaw," she said gently, "Scatterpaw is dead. Someone," and here she choked up, "someone killed him. Someone here. In ThunderClan. There isn't any proof otherwise."

[䏠xote]

flinteyes

flinteyes padded forward, silently adding himself to the small group of cats. he looked to the elder, then to riverpaw, then to smallstep, before moving to the body to inspect it. a single wound, stretched around the neck. it wasn't big, but the torn flesh wasn't what had killed him--no, more likely, it was that someone had broken his neck. he stared for a very long moment, trying to soak in any hints he might've missed, before slowly shaking his head, looking to the apprentice. "go get the medicine cat, riverpaw." he mewed softly. she didn't need to wallow in this horrible sight. his gaze turned to gingerstorm, then, calm yellow optics meeting and equally golden gaze. "...how did you find him?"

[Katrione]

The spine along Riverpaw's spine bristled in horror and she stiffened at Gingerstorm's words. No... Not Scatterpaw... She flinched when she heard Flinteyes tell her to go get Littlesneeze but nodded and quickly picked her way across the clearing to the herb-scented den.

"L-Littlesneeze?! We need you. Someone... someone killed Scatterpaw."

[Simonpet]

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

"I was napping as usual," Gingerstorm started, "and then I woke up. I know that Scatterpaw usually comes to the elder's den and brings me something to eat." If only I could still hunt as well as I used to, she mused. Then maybe I would have something more interesting than listening to gossip. "I thought that he was sleeping. You know how all apprentices are--they won't hesitate to find an excuse to rest." At least, I was like that. "I came closer and saw... And saw..." Gingerstorm was rarely as emotional as she was now. Scatterpaw had been too young! she wailed silently. "I called for you. Nightstar. Littlesneeze. Anyone. Smallstep came and said that she hadn't seen anything. Riverpaw just came out of the apprentices' den. No one saw anything, and the smell... It's of ThunderClan. Deputy, I think that one of my Clanmates...killed Scatterpaw." She paused. Gingerstorm was shaking slightly. Her foreleg was about to collapse again and she raised it to ease the pain. "As is my duty as an elder, I would like to bury him myself after the vigil."

[Bumbletear]

[Emberclaws - Tom - Warrior - Tagged; Smallstep
Emberclaws heard shouting outside the warriors den, and slid out of his nest. Padding into the main part of camp, he began to ask What's going...oh no his emerald eyes widened with horror as he saw the body of young Scatterpaw. Emberclaws' ears folded back and he lowered his head. Who could have done this? he asked softly. He could hear Gingerstorm speaking with Flinteyes...from the sound of it, nobody but Scatterpaw and whoever had done this had seen it go on...which meant that anyone could have murdered the bright young apprentice. And Gingerstorm was right...there were only Thunderclan scents on Scatterpaw's pelt...which meant it had to have been a Thunderclan cat who had killed Scatterpaw...but who? Who could have done such a thing? On the other side of the clearing, he could see the queen Smallstep peering around, looking for someone. Emberclaws wasn't quite sure who, but he walked over to her. Sitting next to the queen he murmured Who could have killed him? He was always so eager to train. Sure he didn't like preforming his duties, but what apprentice does?

[MockSun]

Nightstar appeared suddenly and silently, her orange eyes narrowed. She made no ceremony as she stepped out of her den with the frantic yowling of her name still ringing in her ears. Her gaze flickered to Scatterpaw, and she knew in a heartbeat there was nothing that could be done for the poor tom short of raising the dead. She was scarcely more than a shadow until the elder finished talking, her orange eyes watchful and solemn.

"Thank you, Gingerstorm." Her voice was commanding but quiet. Nightstar took a deep breath and silently steeled herself before continuing. "We'll hold Scatterpaw's vigil at dusk. Please, rest for now. Try to calm yourself." The elder had been the first one to see, and it barely took a moment for Nightstar noticed her shaking. If one of her clanmates was responsible... she couldn't jump to conclusions. She would wait for Littlesneeze's opinion before doing anything she would later regret.

She would need to keep order. She would need to calm her clan. She made a mental list of everything she would have to do, going over it in her head. Riverpaw had already left to retrieve Littlesneeze, that was good. Nightstar would call a clan meeting, and if someone among their clan truly was a murderer, she would need to ask if anyone had seen or heard anything. She had a hard time believing it, but a murder right in the middle of their camp, with no scent from an outside cat? It left little room for doubt, as much as it sickened her, and she prayed to the stars that Littlesneeze would be able to exonerate her clan. Nightstar wasn't one for naivety, though, and she knew just how unlikely that was.

[doryphoros]

Ravenwing

Ravenwing was awoken by Gingerstorm's yowling. She quickly padded out of the nursery, and gasped. Scatterpaw's body was lying, motionless on the ground. Tears gathered in her eyes as she whispered a prayer to Starclan that Scatterpaw was safe. "Who would do this?" She pushed her nose into the apprentice's fur, as suspicion of her clanmates began to sprout in her belly.