Murderers in Riverclan V.2 [Roster Update 10/30]

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((darkmoon I guess))

Rosekit soon gets bored. "Let's play moss ball, Lillykit!" she says.

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[Darkmoon]

A hideous expression graced the leader's face, an undivided wrath pointed towards the ground.
For these past moons, she'd endured it, of course. But the murders kept going on, it seems, as
one more cat had been brutally murdered in the outskirts of the Clan. Or that's what she expec
ted, nonetheless, as Featherpaw had gone missing. In these situations, she was to expect one t
hing and one thing only; death. That shy molly would never go outside alone. She wouldn't. She
, Snowstar, was a vengeful and cold one, but she was calculating. How else was she able to sec
ure her spot? She furrowed her brows, a deliberate attempt in trying to look distraught. She ne
eded to look upset, so that nobody would come near in fears of being torn in half.

She thought idly for a few minutes, ideas rifting through her head as Snowstar paced back and f
orth. Soon enough, she was ready for an answer. "Warriors of RiverClan.. in the light of the mur
ders from a few days ago, I'd like to suggest that no cat is allowed to run off on their own." It w
as kinda for the best. If someone just went up and gone, there's a chance they'd..

[web.]

Darkmoon: IIIII
Swiftfoot: I

6/12

Voting is closed.
Prepare for exile

[web.]

It was sun-high when they found Featherpaw’s body. Everyone was heartbroken, just as heartbroken as they had been when Snowberry died. The clan sat and mourned the she, all unable to speak. Snowstar stared down at the body, her brow furrowed, her eyes narrowed. Her claws dug into the earth, knowing it was foul play.
“Was it Owlclaw?” Swiftfoot meowed, voice shaking.
Snowstar shook her head, her tail lashing behind her. She knew now that she had exiled the wrong cat. Although Owlclaw seemed the right fit then, she knew he wasn’t strong enough to do this.

Looking over her clan, her eyes rested on one cat in particular. Darkmoon was sitting in the front of the group, his eyes locked on Featherpaw.
“Darkmoon, you were one of the first cats to suggest Owlclaw was the killer, right? One of them who inforced Cloverface’s accusation?” Her voice was sharp and cold, and with it all cats turned to look at the black tom.
“I was.” He mewed simply, locking his blank gaze with Snowstar’s. “I believed it was him.”
“Do you still believe it was him?”
A few heartbeats went by as Darkmoon thought to himself, his gaze shifting to Swiftfoot.
“No. I believe it was Swiftfoot.”.
Everyone looked surprised by this, many even gasped in surprise, as Darkmoon accused the small deputy.
“Me? I’m not strong enough to do that I- I-”
Darkmoon stood, inching closer to Swiftfoot, his voice becoming intenser with each word. “But she was a small apprentice. Don’t you think it would’ve been easy?”
Swiftfoot began taking a step back as the stronger and larger tom approached him.
“I love this clan! I would never do something as terrible as this!”
“Terrible?” Darkmoon hissed, looking genuinely angry. “You released them of their pain- right? You have to love your clan more than everything to do this!”
Darkmoon laughed, his eyes narrowing as he approached the tom.
“You did this because you wanted to get rid of their pain right? You sent them to starclan because- because you knew didn’t you? You knew there is no pain there? No guilt?” With every step Darkmoon took, the more inane he seemed to the clan. Snowstar watched, growling as Darkmoon stood next to her to yell at Swiftfoot.
“I- You- You did this to help them, right? So they would never feel broken?” Darkmoon’s claws slid out, and Snowstar stood to intervene. The black tom turned to the leader, his blue eyes glazed over with sadness. “We were all going to die in leaf-bare anyway.” He smiled, and Snowstar lashed out at him. Her claws sliced across his muzzle, but the pain did not faze him. He already was feeling so much pain in his heart. “Why live in a place where everyone hurts? Why not live somewhere where we can’t hurt?! I AM THE SAVIOR OF THIS CLAN! LET ME HELP YOU!”. Snowstar hit him again, cutting open his chest. This time he began taking steps back, noticing the anger on everyone’s faces. They began cornering the tom as he yelled out different things.
“When my sister died- I wanted to die. I still do!” He started laughing, tears forming in his eyes. “But I wanted- I wanted to help you first- I love you all and I.. I just wanted to get rid of the pain! I still can!” Darkmoon slashed out quickly, his claws cutting into Swiftfoot’s shoulder. As soon as he did this, Snaketooth and Snowstar leapt upon him, biting and slashing at every part of him.

Darkmoon continued laughing, even as they did this. The laughter was cut short with a snap, and Darkmoon’s body went limp.

Everyone stared in silence, unsure what to do. The killer lay, dead at their feet.

Yet he still remained smiling.

You caught the killer Riverclan!

Leader
↬ snowstar//she// ártémís

Deputy
↬ swiftfoot//tom//Simonpet

Medicine Cat
↬ littlemoon//tom//honeystorm.wishes

Medicine Cat Apprentice
↬ moonpaw//she//silverlightcs

Warriors
↬snowberry//she//-sparkledragon-
↬ snaketooth//tom//snek snek;
↬ cloverface//tom//I.C.
↬owlclaw//tom//dinolil1 lil
↬ littlesneeze//tom//z.ombie
↬ darkmoon//tom//Midnightkitkat

Apprentices
↬ featherpaw//she//whatta.taco.belle
↬ frondpaw//tom//seedcakes
↬ blizzardpaw//she//wolfie

Queens
↬ None

Kits
↬ rosekit//she//Sunnymcsun
↬lillykit//she//Brightdays

Elders
↬ None

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

Chatzy
Round Info

Btw, sorry about the Exiles/Kills being so short. I tried my best !

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[Midnightkitkat]

Sorry sleepy cat should not be allowed power of posting XD

Username → Midnightkitkat
Name → Batfang
Gender → Tom
Rank → Deputy
Short Description → Batfang is a sturdy, fluffy and handsome dark brown tom with black stripes and heterochromatic eyes, one brown and one amber. He is a quite and reclusive tom who would first attempt to talk one down from a fight, however he can and will fight to protect his clan and mate.

[Fading Dreams]

Can I be the host??

you may host.


Username → Fading Dreams
Name → Nightpaw
Gender → She-cat
Rank → Apprentice
Short Description →
Jet black cat with green eyes. She is judgemental most of the time and has a keen
eye though she acts too quickly or rushes ahead and that can be her downfall.

[web.]

Username → N0VAHD
Name → Robinfeather
Gender → Tom
Rank → Warrior
Short Description → Robinfeather is a short, lanky tom with a bad limp, caused by a crooked back right leg. Robin has pitch black fur with a dark grey chest, and green hazel eyes. He gets attached easily to cats who care for him, yet is spiteful of anyone who does harm to himself or the cats he cares about. He is unrelenting in his spite, and can often be cruel or cold-hearted. Regardless of this, he really tries his best to make friends and be kind to anyone who generally is nice to him. Sharp-tongued with even sharper claws, he generally shouldn't be messed with. He is often confused for an apprentice, as he is quite young (24 moons) yet looks even younger than that.

also he is super gay and is currently in love with batfang shh

[Simonpet]

Username → Simonpet
Name → Honeystorm
Gender → Molly
Rank → Warrior
Short Description → Honeystorm is a small, golden-brown tabby with green eyes and white toes. She is a classic -storm: moody. One day, she is energetic and the next, the deputy is yelling at her to wake up. She loves younger cats and has mentored a couple. Despite being over forty moons old, she feels young and admits that she sometimes feels closer to an apprentice than a warrior despite the age difference. While she can be feisty and willing to fight, she isn't very good and prefers to surprise her opponent than fight fairly. She feels strongly about justice and wouldn't hesitate to suggest killing or exiling someone who harms her clanmates.

(And...there might be more than a few inconsistencies because she is my warriorsona. But this is how she is supposed to be played.)

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Username -- I.C.
Name -- cloverface
Gender -- tom
Rank -- warrior
Brief Description -- lean, agile white tom with very pale patches of grey on his
muzzle, tail, back and legs. green eyes. he's a good warrior and even better friend,
keeping an up-beat attitude through hard times and always offering himself as a
shoulder to cry on. he would give his life for any clanmate, and loves kits. v gay
kitty, too.