Murderers in Riverclan V.3 [welcome back!]

[ghostlyhamlet]

((Abstaining))

[twistedm0th]

Hollythorn leapt out of his nest when he heard Foxstar's announcement. He raced out of his den, but upon seeing the two bodies, skidded to a stop. He froze, staring at the limp forms of his two Clanmates. "Who... who would..." The words got caught in his throat. "Breezefire... she..."

[Abstaining.]

[Tainted~Wings]

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Reedpelt:|

7/8 voting closed exile will be up tomorrow morning

[Tainted~Wings]

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Foxstar called the clan in for a gathering. "Cats of River clan you all know of the murder that took place. No cat could scent anything but River clan."

The clan gasped and looked around panicked. The kits looked at each other with fright. "Who did it?" called out one cat.

Foxstar sighed. "I'm sorry but I do not know. We will have a vote for who we believe would kill these two young cats. Speak aloud who holds your suspicion."

One by one the clan spoke how they couldn't believe the killer was river clan that there wasn't enough evidence. Onyxpaw jumped up, fire in her eyes. "I think it was reedpelt!" she said. With this vote many cats still protested that she couldn't vote him out it couldn't have been their clanmate.

Foxstar called out," enough. No cat will be exiled tonight." And padded off to his den.

No cats have left. Do we just hope that it's a one time kill?

[Tainted~Wings]

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Magpiekit couldn't sleep well that night. He stood up and snuck out of the nursery. He looked around to make sure no cat seen him. " I'll just go to the river and back," he whispered. Magpiekit wandered to the river jumping at every rustle of Reed's and hoot of an owl.

A shadow covered the ground and magpiekit ran for cover. He slipped when trying to get to a hole in the roots of a sapling. A scream escaped his throat before he hit the water.

The killer heard the scream of terror and they ran to where it was heard. The kit had fell in the river! They ran to fetch the kit from the waters.

When the kit was retrieved the killer curled their tail around magpiekit. "Don't worry little one," they spoke, "you'll be safe the truth will be shown to you." With that they picked up the kit and laid them near the border. They gave slight hope that a rogue would find the kit and save him. "You will be warm soon," they whispered and then left.

Late that night a rogue did find magpiekit. But the poor kit was already to join Star clan. The rogue curled up around the kit until he took his final breath and then they left

One got left behind and then there were 7

Leader --
↳ x Foxstar// tom // Petey Parker

Deputy --
↳ x Mosswish// molly // _Pockii

Medicine Cats --
↳ x Hollythorn// tom // derpiness
↳x Breezefire// molly // b r e e z e

Warriors --
↳ x Reedpelt// tom // flightoftheowl
↳ x Stoatheart// tom // napola
↳x Firefeather// tom // 22tabby

Apprentices --
↳ x Onyxpaw // molly // Kitty_cat_meow_face
↳mentor: name

Queens --

Kits --
↳x magpiekit// tom // seed savecakes
° x Silverkit// molly// BrightDays

Elders
↳ none

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round info: here
chatzy: here

toms: 05
she-cats: 03
total: 08

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families + relationships:
Firefeather - Breezefire (Forbidden mates)
↳ Magpiekit
ReedPelt - ?
↳ Silverkit, Onyxpaw
? - ?
↳ Hollythorn, Stoatheart, mosswish

[ghostlyhamlet]

Foxstar

The large tom was pacing in his den, unable to rest with the thought of a killer possibly among their mixes. Taking a deep breath, he decided to go for a run, hoping that will help tire him out and clear his mind. As the ginger leader was running along the boarder, he paused suddenly as he caught the scent of a rouge. As he pressed forwards, he noticed a small bundle of fur, seemingly still wet from whatever had caused it to be drenched. As Foxstar crept forwards he couldn't hold back a small cry at the sight of the wet bundle of fur who turned out to be Magpiekit. He tried his best to warm and wake the kit up, but he soon discovered his efforts were in vain as the kit was already gone. The leaders first thought was that the rouge killed the innocent kit, but after looking closely, he scented the RiverClan scent that was on the two fallen cats from before.

The tom then gently picked up Magpiekit and carried him back to camp, the leader's eyes dull with sadness and in pain. As he walked back into the camp he set the small kit's body in the middle of the camp before giving out a yowl that would wake up any cat.

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Stoatheart awoke at the yowl of Foxstar, his mind racing as he quickly ran out of the warriors den. "What-" His mew fell silent as he saw the small bundle of fur at Foxstar's paws. Magpiekit was dead.

[flightoftheowl]

Reedpelt hadn't slept easily that night. How could he, knowing what he knew? How could he, knowing a murderer stalked among them? Ate alongside them? Slept in their nests? But after hours of tossing and turning, the big tom had managed to sleep. Nevertheless, upon hearing Foxstar's yowl, the brown-and-black tabby jolted awake, his heart filling with dread. Not even bothering to groom or hesitate, he jumped to his feet and raced out. and what he saw brought his heart crashing down to his paws. Oh, Starclan... what evil have we done to bring this upon us? he thought despairingly, for on the ground in front of Foxstar was a tiny, wet bundle. He padded gingerly up to Magpiekit and pushed his nose into the kit's fur, before letting out a soft moan of grief. "No," he whispered. "No..."

[ghostlyhamlet]

Foxstar

The leader was practically bristling in anger as he looked at the cats that has gathered around, all sense of cool abandoned. "A cat from our clan has killed again! Look! Look and you'll see the pelt of young Magpiekit, who's life was taken before he could even begin it," he said to the group, his tail lashing in anger at his clan. "We must not abstain anymore, since that will lead us nowhere besides only to another dead clanmate!"

[twistedm0th]

Hollythorn's sleep was restless, unable to find a comfortable spot as he tossed and turned in his sleep. How could he be so mouse-brained? How couldn't he be there for her? His rest had no dreams, but it was not peaceful as he imagined it would be. It was eerie, and he heard the yowls of his apprentice echoing through his mind. At last, he blinked open his eyes, and realized that what he wasn't hearing wasn't the call of Breezefire. It was the yowls and the mews and the whispers of his Clanmates, spreading through the camp like fire. As he warily and wearily stepped out of his den, the sight he was met with made him want to back up and head inside again, curling up into a ball in his nest. Magpiekit hung limply from his leader's jaws, and the medicine cat couldn't help but add a wail of his own into the noise.