Murderers in Thunderclan V.6

[Starwindrider]

Noooo Goldenfang lost her mate...

[Tainted~Wings]

Kill will be up soon

[Tainted~Wings]

Rosetuft was still stunned by the thought of a killer. She sighed as she walked out of camp. "Why would Lionstrike kill them" she asked herself as she came apon the murder sight. Just then she heard a rustle in the brush behind her.
She spun without scenting and shuddered in fear. But as the cat padded out she relaxed. Oh it's just you. I thought lionstrike came back to kill me too! she said. Looking at the cat who looked defeated.
Lionstrike didn't kill them the cat said pained. Yewpaw was an accident... I never meant to hurt her.... I was scared because rabbitfur didn't believe me. He never deserved it the cat looked glum.
Rosetuft looked at the killer. The clan would believe you if you told them. Accidents do happen. The killers eyes lit up hearing Rosetufts words and they nodded.
Can you go on ahead back to camp and I'll catch up. the cat mewed. Rosetuft nodded and turned toward camp. As she approached the halfway point to camp the cat pounced on her menacingly. Why me! Rosetuft gasped.
The cats eyes glowed. Because you now know too much. And if Rabbitfur didn't believe me.... No one will they hissed. Those were the last words Rosetuft heard before she died due to a strike to the throat. The killer quietly and quickly cleaned themself up and head back to sleep. Thunder clan you've lost another warrior!

Leader --
↳ Primalstar//tom//caligulasAquarium.
↳ Tornadostar//she//SarahStuffies

Deputy --
↳ Sweetfang//she//Baby Driver

Medicine Cat --
↳ Jaybird//she//jay.
↳ Argentpaw//she//Salmonstorm

Warriors --
↳ Goldenfang//she//Starwindrider
↳ Beetlenose//she//Theodosia
↳ Spiritwish//she// The Sound Of The Drums
↳ Nightclaw//tom//:.Duplex.:
↳ Woodenheart//she// Cookie CandyEater
↳ Rosetuft//she//cat4139
↳ Lionstrike//tom//Winter
↳ Ashenfur//tom//Coco Bunny
↳ Rabbitfur//tom//ubiquitous
↳ Batwing//tom//double agent

Apprentices --
↳ Glowpaw//she//elementalx
↳Yewpaw//she//derpiness
↳ Gempaw//she//Kungfu Cutman

Queens --
↳ Badgerface//she//crutchie_

Kits --
↳ Coldkit//tom//Night
↳ Frostedkit//she//The Mouse

Toms:7
She cats:14
All:21

Relations --
Lionstrike Woodenheart mentors Glowpaw
Sweetfang mentors Yewpaw
Spiritwish mentors Gempaw
Badgerface+Batwing= coldkit, frostedkit
Goldenfang+Lionstrike= Glowpaw, Gempaw
Tornadostorm+Nightclaw= Argentpaw, Yewpaw
Sweetfang+Nightclaw=Rabbitfur

[rookie rook]

Woodenheart

Though the exile of Lionstrike was days ago, Woodenheart still felt guilty for voting him out and for the leader to leave as well. It also didn't help that she took on Lionstrike's apprentice, Glowpaw. She felt as if that was a tease since she started the votes on Lionstrike. Well, I gotta start training her sometime. The brown warrior thought to herself as she tried to push her worries away. Besides, you never know. Maybe Primalstar and Lionstrike were in cahoots? She tried convincing herself that as she walked over to the apprentices' den to see how Glowpaw was handling the exile of her old mentor.

[Starwindrider]

Goldenfang padded dejectedly out of the den, the senseless exile of her dearest mate, Lionstrike, still fresh in her memory. She’d known him since they were kits in the nursery. Lionstrike would never do a thing like that! He was an honorable warrior, even granted the permission to mentor his own kit, Glowpaw, by the past leader Primalstar himself! Goldenfang wondered why the Clan would exile him. He was popular, brave and loyal. Why would he ever be the killer?
The orange tabby padded out of camp, looking to get some prey maybe. She stopped short as a metallic scent reached her nose. Bounding forward in terror, she saw the limp body of Rosetuft.
“No no no no,” murmured Goldenfang, then yowled in the direction of camp. Rosetuft was a strong hunter and steadfast warrior, why would anyone want her dead?
Sprinting back to Tornadostorm, now Tornadostar’s den, she shook the leader awake. “Rosetuft is dead,” she hissed hurriedly. “I knew Lionstrike wasn’t the killer!”

[The Trickster~]

Frostedkit

Frostedkit slowly opened her eyes. The sunlight that filtered into the den had woken her. She was still confused about yesterday, not sure why Lionstrike and Primalstar had to leave or where Yewpaw and Rabbitfur was. “Mama?” She said, gently nudging Badgerface. “Mama, what happened the other day?”

[Monomares]

Spiritwish//Female//tags; none

Spiritwish sat up slowly. She hadn't slept well that night, guilt keeping her awake and nightmares haunting the brief moments she did manage to sleep. I'm surprised I wasn't kicked out of the den for moving so much. She sighed. She never wanted to vote for anyone. She couldn't believe anyone within ThunderClan would murder their own clanmates, it had to be something else! She knew Lionstrike would never betray his clan, but when accusations had started shifting towards her, she panicked. She couldn't imagine life without ThunderClan. Maybe I should have let them exile me..I wouldn't have to worry about dying every night.
She thought sadly. She tried to push her negative thoughts away, padding out of the den. She felt her pelt prickle when she caught the tip of Goldenfang's tail disappear into the leader's den, followed by a hiss. At first, fear shot through her, was Goldenfang attacking Tornadostar? Then she realized that the hiss wasn't threatening, but scared. What happened?

[Tainted~Wings]

Votes?

[polaris.]

[[still voting for coldkit]]

[mikan!]

Glowpaw

Glowpaw almost flew to her feet when she heard pawsteps approaching the apprentice’s den. Is it the murderer?? She sighed, her shoulders relaxing when she noticed it was dawn already. The murderer wouldn’t attack in the day.
Glowpaw tried to convince herself that Lionstrike was the murderer, and that he was exiled already, so they were safe. But a nagging suspicion worried her in the back of her head. What if it wasn’t him? It couldn’t have been him- he was her mentor, for Starclan’s sake! Or- used to be her mentor.
She timidly glanced at Woodenheart, who was waiting for her at the entrance of the den. ”Hi, Woodenheart,” she mewed, surprised by how weak her voice was. ”Are we going training?” she asked, although her mind truly didn’t feel like walking a step out of the camp.

[abstaining]