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

[Fawnie]

- mark

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time passed.

cloverheart looked down fondly at
her new children, all four of them
soft and suckling fiercely, healthy.
pride swelled in her chest, and she
flicked her tail before sitting up,
moving away. to continue her duty
as medicine cat, riversplash would
watch her kits during the day, and
cloverheart would do her normal
responsibilities, before retiring to
the nursery to tend to them at
night. it bothered her a little, to
let riversplash nurse her kits, but
she supposed she had enough to be
thankful for at the thought that
she was allowed to have them at
all.

her fear had worn off, some. as
she walked through the reeds near
the ledge by the river, a cold shiver
ran through her, but she soldiered
on. the one who had tried to kill
her was gone, right?

she could never have been more
wrong, and fatally so.

something rustled in the bushes,
and she stiffened before turning.
a cat emerged from the foliage.
"oh, it's only you," she breathed,
but her eyes narrowed with
confusion. "why are you here?
you're supposed to be--"

the killer lunged, and cloverheart
had little chance to fight back.

blood stained the grass in smears.
cloverheart's eyes were still blown
wide with rage and fear, claws
unsheathed and maw faintly open.
her fur was dyed pink and red, and
small clumps of her fur had been
shredded from her body.

the killer stared down at her, not a
hint of remorse in their steely gaze.
she deserved this. she did this. it
was all her fault, and now she had
paid the price.

"cloverheart? you've been out such a
long time, are you alright?"

the murderer stiffened, fear crossing
their eyes only for a moment before
they dove into the bushes to hide.

splashwhisker came into the clearing.
"cloverheart, the kits are--" the tom
spotted her, and froze. grief drowned
the light from his eyes, and he came
closer. the killer held their breath.

"no--" splashwhisker croaked. "no, no,
no, no, no, NO!" the blue tom heaved
a great wail, before stumbling back,
towards the edge of the ravine, and
the killer's eyes widened as they burst
out of the brush.

"splashwhisker, no!"

it was too late. the tom, startled by
the killer's appearance, stepped back,
and he paws lost purchase as he slipped
back on the edge, scrabbling to cling
to the earth and grass with a cry.

the killer dashed out to him, digging
their claws into the grass as they sunk
their teeth in splashwhisker's scruff.
the blue tom gave a sound of pain, and
the soft earth began to crumble as the
killer tried desperately to drag him up
to safety. below, the river swelled, the
recent rains having flooded it. even a
riverclan cat would be drowned trying
to brave the rapids.

the rains had had their effect on the
ledge, too, and the earth was soft and
weak, crumbling and falling into the
river below. slowly, the killer started
to slide forward.

"let me go!" splashwhisker cried. "i
can swim it!"

you can't! don't be stupid!

"if you don't let me go, we'll both fall!
i can do it! i'm the best swimmer in
the clan--you said so yourself!" the
tom yowled as they slid father forward.

the killer's eyes darkened with regret
and desperation. every moment, they
both grew closer to toppling over the
edge, and the killer knew for certain
that they could not survive the angry
waves below.

"please." splashwhisker begged, his
eyes gleaming with both determination
and fear.

the killer's heart ached, but they opened
their jaw.

splashwhisker fell, body twisting to land
his feet on the ground, and he crashed
into the rushing river below. for a few
moments, he struggled, coming up over
the water , going under, trying to time
his breaths.

panicked, the killer grunted, pulling
themselves back up before dashing along
the ledge to the riverbank, praying for
the blue tom's survival.

the killer waited by the bank for an
hour, but splashwhisker never raised his
head above the rapids, never came to
shore. what the killer feared had become
true, and grief stung deep in their chest
as they looked out across the rushing river.

a good warrior had been lost that day.

after cloverheart's body is found, a patrol
also finds splashwhisker's water-logged corpse
by the lake. lichenpaw is made medicine cat,
and thunderclan allows her to come over daily
to train with their own.

Leader --
↳ potoostar // tom // Coco Bunny

Deputy --
↳ fadedbriar // tom // save seedcakes
↳ beesting // tom // shimmerstream

Medicine Cat --
↳ cloverheart // she-cat // Midnightkitkat
↳ lichenpaw // she-cat // Simonpet

Warriors --
↳ lightningtail // she-cat // artorias.
↳ splashwhisker // tom // utena
↳ moonfur // she-cat // silverlightcs

Apprentices --
↳ none

Queens --
↳ riversplash // she-cat // Dя.Gαsтєя

Kits --
↳ stonekit // she-kit // npc
↳ creamkit // tom // npc
↳ pigeonkit // she-kit // npc
↳ mintkit // tom // npc

Elders --
↳ sweetnose // tom // hazilnut

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round info: here
chatzy: here

toms:
she-cats: 3
total: 6

[☆ѕтαяяу ѕкιєѕ☆]

((I think I've figured out who it is (not in round). Murderer pm me?))

[Midnightkitkat]

(My babies are okay! T^T)

Murderer PM me?

[Simonpet]

Lichenpaw was stunned. Her mother and father...gone? And she had been allowed to switch to medicine cat training, with Thunderclan's medicine cats helping her. She knew a little of of basics, but was worried about the possibility of a major injury or disease on her watch while she was still in training.

Lichenpaw padded into the nursery where her little siblings and Riversplash were. "How're the kits?" she asked gently. They were so small and cute, and Mintkit... It was as if a portion of her dead sister had come back to life. The tomkit looked just like his namesake, but only time would tell if he acted like her too.

[hazilnut]

Sweetnose - Tom - Elder

When he had learned of his daughter's death, Sweetnose had been inconsolable. He should have listened, he should have kept and close eye on her, he should have believed her. Because now that deaths had occurred, horrible violent deaths, the elder could not deny the truth. There was a murderer in their midst. But Sweetnose had wasted little time in denial and while his heart still mourned the tom forced a smile. He had to- he had grandkits to worry about. He had spent practically every waking moment in the nursery- offering to watch the kits for Riversplash, bringing her fresh kill. Just generally being 'helpful'. He couldn't help it, he needed to keep a close eye on those kits just in case. "Do you want anything else? Fresh moss? I could-" Sweetnose stopped pestering Riversplash once his other grandkit padded in. "Hello Lichenpaw, how are you today?"

[Monomares]

Riversplash turned to Lichenpaw and purred, nuzzling each kit in turn.
"They're fine," She meowed softly, "but it's a shame they'll grow up never knowing their parents."
She thought of her own kits, Breezekit and Berrykit, who had died in the recent sickness, along with her mate, Breezefur, and a fresh wave a grief rolled over her.
"S-sorry, dear," She choked through tears,
"I'm such a mess."

[Simonpet]

Lichenpaw nodded, swallowing a sob. At least... At least she had known her parents and could tell her little siblings about them. "It's okay," she said. She heard Sweetnose enter and turned around. "Oh, hi, Sweetnose. I'm... I'm okay. But how are you?" She was far more worried about her grandfather. With his mate and her mother gone, could he continue living? But he had grandchildren, especially Cloverheart's final litter. Could he live for them?

[deimido]

{ aaa that was so intense! }

Lightningtail had prayed countless times to StarClan, over and over again ever since the deadly illness had first sunk its jaws in the helpless RiverClan. While she believed her prayers spared her siblings and father's lives, it appeared as if they didn't completely reach her ancestors' ears as everyone she had ever known where falling victim to death and disease. After the disease had finally been wrangled under control, Lightningtail felt as if she could breath again - thinking that she no longer had anything to worry about now that the worst was over. Her sister was heavy with kits, her father had survived despite his age, and her brother was as strong as he had always been. Everything should've been fine, surely.

She couldn't have been more wrong: the weight of losing her family all over again crushed her beyond repair. She should've done something when Cloverheart was first attacked, she should've stuck by her sister's side and never let her out of her sight, just anything to make sure that she would just be here with her newborn litter and oldest daughter, who had now taken over her mother's rank. The white molly was curled in her nest inside the warriors' den, her eyes wet with tears as she recalled how a patrol had brought both her and Splashwhisker's body into camp. Her mournful caterwauls were just as loud as they were when her mother Goldenbrook had passed, but perhaps they even louder this time.

With a sigh, the warrior turned to view the den's entrance, even the simple moving of turning in your nest made her limbs feel heavy. She tuned her ears to the sound outside, barely registering the mews of both Sweetnose and Lichenpaw coming from where the nursery was set up. They were probably talking about Cloverheart's kits, at that thought, her heart felt like it was seized in a painful grasp. Lightningtail sniffled before slowly getting up and walking outside, perhaps she could go check on her nieces and nephews once they were done, she had only seen them once shortly after their births. It would do her to see them again, she supposed.

[web.]

(Murderer PM me? I have a feeling I know who it is)