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

[milion167]

Foxstar

Red. Blood. Everywhere. Cats yowling... Her clanmates! Lightning cracked and thunder boomed angrily. Foxstar felt trapped, swiriling in an endless vortex towards disaster. The leader desperately searched the empty area for a familiar face, feeling helpless against the rising tide of doom. Foxstar sprang awake, nearly hitting her head against the roof of her den. Her heart raced, and she panted from fear. She slowly saw the familiarity of her den and the sound of birds twittering outside. The red cat calmed herself down, but was unable to lose the feelings of dread to come. Foxstar quietly groomed herself and exited her den. She needed a walk to calm her nerves. She quietly padded towards the exit, but she wasn't far before the metallic tang of blood hit her noise. Her feelings of dread increased as she followed the scent to Lilypool's still body. Foxstar gasped and struggled to control her feelings of rage and sorrow. The leader said some quiet words to aid the medicine cat's journey to Starclan before walking back to the center of the clan camp. "All cats old enough to swim in the river, join me for a camp meeting." She yowled, trying to keep a calm facade.

[Midnightkitkat]

Shadowfeather was up the moment Foxstar spoke, curiosity and excitement pulsed through her. Unable to keep still she padded out to meet the leader, bouncing as she walked. 'Stop acting like a kit..' she thought, "What is it? Patrol meeting, special battle training?!", then more quietly "Are the apprentices becoming warriors?!"

[tirocat]

Thornstorm leaped up to his leader's side, shifting his paws. His leader had told him nothing about the ceremony, and he seemed odd that his leader and his sister had told him nothing about it. He suppressed a sigh, then looked at his clan-mates gathering below him, a serious look in his face. I wonder what's troubling her.

[tauriel.]

Shellstreak slipped out of the den, a huge yawn making him pause in his tracks a moment before he heard Foxstar's call. Ears twitching with concern, he glanced over towards the nursery. He'd wanted to bring Briarthorn some prey before anything else but it looked like prey would have to wait. With a flick of his tail, he sat down, casting glances towards the nursery every so often while he waited for Briarthorn to come out.

[breezey]

Breezefire quietly walked out of her den, hearing cries of anger. She thought that Riverclan usually didn't get upset easily, so she quickly came through. "What happened?" She asked, feeling as if someone died. She quickly realized that she was correct, the feeling crashed down onto her. No. No. Not the medicine cat. She felt like she wanted to die.

[outlandish]

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[breezey]

Breezefire heard the call and quickly gathered with everybody else, heart pounding, mouth panting, not at all like herself...
(Shellstreak)

[xXocea]

Briarthorn lounged happily on her side, a purr rising up from her throat as she felt her unborn kits moving around. It wouldn't be long until she gave birth, perhap's a visit to Lilypool could be arranged soon? Briarthorn definitely wanted everything to go smoothly for her kits arrival to the world. One of the things she worried about most was milk supply - she was a first time mother and she feared she might not produce enough to feed everyone. Borage leaves would definitely be a topic of discussion.

Rolling onto her feet with a huff she made her way towards the entry of the den. Shellstreak should arrive soon - he always did. Every morning without fail the tom would come to visit her a piece of plump prey between his jaws. Briarthorn's heart swelled, the tom was just too sweet to her! She just spotted him heading to the prey-pile when a loud yowl was omitted into the air. Briarthorn winced at the loud sound and realized a meeting was being called on by her mother. Looking back into the den she called out to her fellow den-mate and queen, Riversplash to inform her of the meeting. Sometimes the she-cat was just a bit too involved in Chivekit to notice things happening around her. Given by the amount of times she'd forgot Shellstreak was visiting.

Briarthorn wobbled out of the den her pace slow and languid due to her sheer size. Making it to the back of the group she flopped down heavily on the ground and waved her mate over to her.

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[milion167]

Foxstar

"Cats of Riverclan." began Foxstar gravely. "I'm afraid I have terrible news. Our medicine cat, Lilypool, has died. I will need someone to help me bring her body in for the virgil." The red cat took a stuttering breath before continuing. "She was murdered by someone, and I swear by Starclan that I will continue to try and find out who is was until my nineth life is taken." The leader swore angrily and then began striding towards Lilypool, intending to bring her back to camp.

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[utena]

Swanpaw already had a sinking feeling in his stomach as he wasn't woken up by Lilypool that morning. She would always be an early riser, and her shuffling about and sorting of herbs would be the first thing Swanpaw woke up to.

The apprentice was too shocked to be in grief as Foxstar delivered the news. How would he care for the clan? He barely had moons of training; there was still too much he had to learn. In a state of silent panic, he hoped Starclan would give him aid—give the whole clan aid, for that matter. He didn't volunteer to bring his mentor's body in, partially because he knew that would be too much physical strain; but mostly because he couldn't quite accept her death.