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

[hazilnut]

Sweetnose - Tom - Elder

"Nothing," assured the elder, his smile thinning but still ever-present as always, "Nothing immediate anyways. I just wanted to check up on you. Things have been hectic with all the...deaths. Mind if I sit?" Without waiting for a response Sweetnose settled besides the leader, purring softly as his tired out bones finally rested. He was content to sit there for a while, reminiscing of the times when he once thought he could be leader, of warrior days and friends gone by. And friends still here, as Potoostar's scent reassured him. "How are you Potoostar?"

((Riversplash- sorry friend))

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votes --

riversplash - IIII
beesting - I

total - 5/6

[Coco Bunny]

(Riversplash, I guess.)

Potoostar returned the smile weakly, looking worried. 'I'm nervous.' he admitted. 'Really, really nervous. It's just... If there really is a killer within our midst, they could target any cat! I don't want that.' he hung his head. 'We shouldn't have exiled Moonfur.'

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votes --

riversplash - IIIII
beesting - I

total - 6/6

stand by for exile

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riversplash's eyes were calm and
cool as she watched the cats that
were gathered around her. clover-
-heart's four kits nursed fiercely
at her belly, filling the tense quiet
with tiny mewls and soft noises,
and lichenpaw swallowed nervously.

"so that's it, then?" she mewed in
her ever even tone, her nose turned
up ever so slightly. "you believe i
would kill cloverheart?"

"your mate and kits died during the
sickness."

"you did always want kits after all."

"it's a solid motive--"

the she-cat's eyes narrowed. "even
if any of that is true, then what of
my brother? do you honestly think i
would kill my own blood?"

there was an uncomfortable shift in
the crowd, but the answer was clear.

riversplash growled, disgust in her
gaze. "fine. if that is how it will be.
and what of her kits? how do you
expect to raise them? hand them over
to a blithering thunderclan queen to
teach them how to like the taste of
squirrel?"

potoostar winced visibly at the jab,
before gently touching lichenpaw's
shoulder with his tail as she looked
to her paws guiltily.

"no. you can stay until they've been
nursed, but we will keep you under
constant guard. to make sure."

"so be it." riversplash gathered the
kits closer, turning over, her back
towards her clan-mates as she
watched over the tiny scraps that
clung to her belly.

for the next few moons, until the
kits were weaned, riversplash took
care of them. all of them survived,
and grew healthy on her milk, and
once they were big enough to eat
fish, riversplash was escorted to
the border and left there to fend
for herself.

the kits missed her sorely, but
lightningtail and beesting swore
to the stars that they would protect
what was left of their dear sister.

the killer still lurks, riverclan--hurry,
before they catch the taste of blood.

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: 3
she-cats: 2
total: 5

[Monomares]

(( My dear River ;^; I knew this would happen as soon as I read the last kill))

((Murderer PM me?))

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lichenpaw found herself alone in the woods.
no, not the woods. the she-cat had never
seen this kind of greenery before, almost
shimmering, glowing with life. a soft, cool
breeze ruffled her fur, and the air was crisp
with the scent of bountiful life. above her,
the stars looked so close that she could
almost touch them, the moon bathing every-
-thing in this strange world with light. the
leaves of the great trees around her trembled
and swayed, and she was in awe.

"lichenpaw." called a quiet, familiar voice.
the she-cat started, before looking up, her
gaze falling on one of the branches of a near
by maple. a cream-and-white cat sat there,
her green eyes glimmering, her pelt almost
transparent, glimmering with stars.

lichenpaw's breath caught in her throat.

"cloverheart?"

the she-cat nodded, purring with happiness,
and lichenpaw blinked away the tears that
threatened her eyes.

"this is starclan? you brought me here? is it
because you know who killed you?"

cloverheart's emerald optics softened, and
she curled her tail neatly over her paws. "yes,
i did bring you here, lichenpaw. and i do know
who killed me."

hope flared in lichenpaw's heart. "was it river-
-splash? are we safe now?"

the she-cat's face grew almost sad, and she
shook her head. "no. riversplash did not kill me,
my love. the reason i brought you here was not
to tell you who did--it was to tell you that i do
not want you to be angry with them. i understand
why they killed me. i suppose they had every
right."

"what are you saying?!"

cloverheart looked away, eyes distant a moment,
before she looked down at her daughter once more.
"lichenpaw, please take what i say to heart. the
cat who killed me is not evil--they do not want
more suffering for the clan. when you find them,
please do not be angry. forgive them." her eyes
closed, and she began to fade. "you were never in
danger, lichenpaw. this cat would never harm a
hair on your head. please forgive them, for they
are so very dear to me heart."

"wait! cloverheart!" lichenpaw cried out, desperate.
who was the killer? why would cloverheart want her
to forgive them? why was this happening?

"lichenpaw." cloverheart purred softly, love and
warmth swelling in her expression. "i am so, so
proud of you."

the calico apprentice gave a soft sob, heart burning
with grief. "i love you, cloverheart! i miss you!"

"do not fret dear child, for i am never far from you."

before lichenpaw could say another word, she
woke in her nest, heaving soft breaths as she tried
to make sense of what had happened.

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"so what do you think of the kits, then?" potoostar
asked as the two patrolled, walking quietly so as
not to disturb prey.

his companion looked thoughtful, whiskers quivering
as they hummed very faintly, before looking over.
"they're doing very well. i think they'll be ready to
become apprentices soon, certainly. they've kept
our paws full, that's for sure."

potoostar nodded, before pausing, looking up as his
eyes saddened some. "...the last few moons have
been very difficult for us, haven't they? i wonder if
starclan will ever stop punishing us."

"...soon." the cat returned, their own eyes echoing
their leader's melancholy. "...we have four kits who
are nearly ready to become apprentices, a strong
leader and a dependable deputy, and clanmates
working as hard as they can."

"i suppose you're right, despite how odd that sounds."
potoostar chuckled quietly, before moving forward,
looking back at his companion. "you know, i don't
know what--"

before he could finish, there was a loud, metallic
snap. glimmering jaws sprung up from the ground,
closing around potoostar's midsection as the killer
watched, jaw dropping in horror. blood spattered
onto the ivy leaves below, the silver teeth of the
trap sinking deep into the leader's twisted body.
he spasmed, coughing blood, eyes wide, before
the light faded from them and he was still. the
killer could hardly believe their eyes, horrified by
the carnage that had so suddenly taken place, and
shook their head before moving forward to try and
pry the trap away. as they reached him, however,
they paused, realization taking hold, and stepped
back, eyes darkening.

life, flickered back into potoostar's eyes, and he
gave a rough, agonized wail, quiet and torn. "great
starclan--" he choked, twisted form quivering. "h-
-help me--" the leader pleaded to his companion,
excruciating pain clear on his tabby features. blood
ran down the blades of the trap, and potoostar
coughed again, tail thrashing.

"no." returned the killer evenly.

confusion crossed the leader's face. "what on earth
do you mean?" he asked, panic in his voice."

"you were the one who told cloverheart she could
give birth. you were the one who approved of such
and obvious break of the warrior code. this is your
punishment."

potoostar gave another cry of pain, lifelessness
creeping into his gaze as his movements weakened.
he convulsed once more, and went still again, blood
dripping from his nose.

"you're dead anyway. even starclan wouldn't be able
to save you from those wounds."

once more, the leader came to life. his last life. he
sobbed with the instant pain rushing into his body,
muscles twitching as he clawed frantically at the
metal, unable to think anymore. he coughed and
spasmed, body wracked with death throes, wailing
in agony, before he finally fell still for the last time,
breaths weak and sight gone. the killer watched
until he breathed his last before heading back to
camp, convinced that potoostar had paid his dues.

the killer is still among you, riverclan!

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

Deputy --
↳ fadedbriar // tom // save seedcakes
↳ lightningtail // she-cat // artorias.

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

Warriors --
↳ 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: 2
she-cats: 2
total: 4

[Simonpet]

Lichenpaw woke from her dream, shaking a bit. It had felt so real... What was Cloverheart trying to say? That the killer should be forgiven? But they had killed her clanmates! She hissed. Could her warrior training be put to use that once? She shivered. No, as a clan cat and moreso as a medicine cat, she should never employ her fighting skills in such a manner.

She stood and padded outside, grabbing a piece of freshkill from the pile. She ate slowly, before going into the nursery. The kits were still asleep. Good. She padded back outside and looked around. The camp was so empty...

[shimmerstream]

Beesting returned to camp, his jaws filled with cobwebs. They stuck to absolutely everything, and it was tough to even breath, but he was trying to help Lichenpaw. He was by no means an expert on herbs, but cobwebs were always used to help stop bleeding, and they were easy to find. He saw her standing in camp alone. "Li----p-aw." His voice came out garbled by the sticky strands coating his mouth and he chocked a bit on them as well. But now that he had her attention, Beesting started to spit them out, mostly unsuccessfully as they clung to his face. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea afterall...

[Simonpet]

Lichenpaw looked over at Beesting and was shocked for a moment. Then, she laughed. "You're supposed to carry them on your paw, silly!" she said, snorting with laughter. "Here, let me help you." She swiped her paw across Beesting's face and muzzle, getting some of the cobwebs off. "Go stick your face into water. It'll help you get the rest off. If you see any more, please use your paws not face!" She hopped back into the medicine cat's den and pushed off the cobwebs into where she stored them. Her mother had left the den neat, and Lichenpaw had no intention of making it any less neat.