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

[tirocat]

Thornstorm licked his chest, his paws itching with relief. They had exiled the killer. Well, I think we did. He looked around camp, seeing that patrols needed to be sent out. "Rosetail! Softwing! Shellstreak! Go on hunting patrol. I'll lead a border patrol with Softwing and Shadowfeather." He padded to the entrance of the camp and waited for Softwing and Shadowfeather to come. "Let's go."

[Monomares]

(( Yeeeep :L Saw it coming ))
(( Murderer PM me? I want to see if I was right. ))

[Coco Bunny]

Molapaw yawned, stretching his thin legs. The tom blinked his watery eyes and got to his paws, feeling exhausted. The problems of the previous day washed over him, and he padded out of the lonely apprentices den, missing Tippaw sorely.

[Midnightkitkat]

Racing after Thornstorm the she-cat felt better, her sister had passed but surely things would be okay now! They had caught the killer so everyone was safe. "Where are we going today?" Waving her fluffy tail back and forth in excitement Shadowfeather awaited his answer.

[tauriel.]

Shellstreak had picked up a juicy looking rabbit a few moments before he noticed Sepiapads slip into the nursery with a carp. Oh well. He and Sepiapads often competed to be the one to bring prey to Briarthorn in the morning and this time, Sepiapads had won. "Alright! Just a moment!" He called to Thornstorm. He wanted to greet his mate first. Slipping into the nursery, he was greeted with the grisly sight of Riversplash and Chivekit's bodies. The tom froze, horror causing his pelt to stand on end. "Briarthorn!?" Panic laced the tom's voice and he scrambled up to Briarthorn's side. "Is she okay!?" Huge, frightened eyes turned to Sepiapads.

[outlandish]

votes are open! please continue to roleplay <3

[tirocat]

Before Thornstorm could answer the question, he heard screaming from inside the nursery. He quickly paced and peeked his head inside the nursery. His whole body froze, as though it had turned to leaf-bare and he had been frozen for less than a heart-beat. When he realized what was happening, he could make out the body of Chivekit and Riversplash. "I'll go tell Foxstar." He muttered. He quickly paced out of the nursery to the leader's den. "Foxstar.. Chivekit and Riversplash are dead."


[swanpaw? owo]

[☆ѕтαяяу ѕкιєѕ☆]

"Five more minutes," the cream she-cat mumbles, her nest too comfortable for her to want to wake up. Even though Thornstorm specifically said her name, Rosetail would rather go without prey for the day than get up right this moment.

[Coco Bunny]

(Briarthorn)

Molapaw jumped when he heard screeches, landing badly on his leg. Wincing, the young tom rapidly made his way to the nursery, however he stopped outside, silently debating whether to go in or not. 'Maybe not... It might be so bad! But they might need help! What if you don't go in and someone else gets hurt? But what if I get hurt?'

[utena]

Swanpaw's dreams were all fearful that night. His mentor―his kind, understanding mentor―had been brutally killed, and he was now responsible for tending to the ills of the whole clan. He knew that the medicine cats of the other clans would gladly teach him, but this did little to reassure the apprentice. Even the fastest runner might not reach the Shadowclan medicine cat in time, during times of emergency.

Rising to his weary paws, the white tom noticed a small commotion near the nursery, which reminded him that he needed to do frequent check-ups on the clan's only kit. Approaching the den, Swanpaw froze as he scented blood, and, more subtly, death berries. One of his first lessons as a medicine cat―the first lessons for all medicine cats―was to quickly and correctly identify death berries, as a single berry could still the heart of the strongest warrior. In horror, he saw past Sepiapads and Shellstreaks' agitated forms: an unmoving queen and kit, side by side. Swanpaw didn't need a full medicine cats' training to know that they were dead. He brushed past the two warriors, choking back a wave of nausea. "Briarthorn," he mewed, clearly horrorstruck. "What ... what happened?"