Murderers in Thunderclan V.6

[rookie rook]

Rooksea
Deputy//Straight, maybe?//Apprentice: Thornpaw, Sister: Wormthorn//Where?: Not Camp, Near the “Body”//Tags: Harrierheart, Sparrowstorm, Flypaw, etc., getting beat up by Griffin-Wren//Form: XX

XXXX Rooksea followed Harrierheart and soon began to smell the stench of blood. She let out a sigh, knowing the patrol was nearing the site of light-colored apprentice's death. She looked towards the apprentices, warning them that they nearing Wrenpaw's corpse and that if they felt they couldn't look at her possibly mangled body then they should stand at the back of the patrol. “Some creatures are downright ruthless so this could get nasty.”
XXXX She paced ahead of Harrierheart, her curiosity slightly piqued. She wanted to know exactly what her Clan was dealing with so she knew what to slash in the face for messing with ThunderClan. But as she headed closer to the scent, she saw nothing. Only a pool of dried up blood - too large to belong to prey - and a few splatters here and there to show that there was an attack. She sniffed around, realizing that she failed to catch the scent of death earlier.
XXXX There was a trail of blood, suggesting that Wrenpaw's attacker hadn't gotten the chance to end her life. Relief flooded over the tortoiseshell molly as she turned back to the patrol and announced, “There's some blood right this way! Wrenpaw must've gotten ambushed by a dog; it was probably scared off by the two cats from the other night. Thank StarClan we have a medicine cat with us, could you-” Rooksea paused when she heard the furious chirp of a bird. It sounded off, though, like its call was mixed with a hiss and a tweet at the same time.
XXXX The black and ginger warrior tilted her head as she looked around on the ground, in search of the creature who made the sound until suddenly, a strange, small, white and brown cat-bird leapt out at her, talons outstretched and eyes gleaming. Rooksea let out a yelp of surprise as she flailed her paws around in confusion, trying to bat the thing away. “What in StarClan's name is this thing?” She hissed, struggling to fight away the small yet fierce creature. Its eyes strangely reminded her of Wrenpaw. Pale blue with a somewhat innocent shine. The color of its feathers also reminded her of the apprentice.
XXXX She did remember the two cats telling her that a cat from her Clan turned into a half-bird, half-cat thing then killed Wrenpaw. Maybe it instead turned her into a creature similar to it? “Oh, will someone help me with this thing?” Rooksea hissed, still struggling with the small creature.

[PrizmPaws]

you may begin voting!

[EisHawk]

(Voting for Swiftsong Oh, also just wanted to say Crowstar is Open for interaction, I’m just a shy, awkward potato)

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( male ) ( medicine apprentice ) ( vote; lovebird ) ( tags; patrol )

Swallowpaw trotted closer to Rooksea at the mention they were nearing, to his dismay, the dead body of one their Clanmates. Though the somber mood, this was something Swallowpaw was ample in and could help with. He had, to be truthful, smelt the blood from a mile off, but he did not want to steal the spotlight from the older she-cat.

As he neared the front of the group, almost head of even Rooksea, was when he heard the aggressive chirping of what he could only assume was... well, he didn't know what it was. He lifted up his head to look in the sky for the bird, which was when he saw the creature plummeting for Rooksea, "What in the -?" he mumbled out, backing up as the creature hit Rooksea. This was something he couldn't exactly help with, and he just looked at the rest of the patrol for help.

Swallowpaw began pondering the cause of this new bird-like, but possibly cat creature. Had this been what Rooksea had been mentioning earlier? ... was .. was that Wrenpaw? But how was he to bring back her body and get it ready for burial if she was a - a real bird?

[rose petals.]

Finchpaw.
molly. apprentice. mentor;; harrier. crush;; swallow. tags;; patrol vote;; lovebird.

finchpaw nodded. “good to know that my life is so much more interesting than yours.” she joked, slightly nudging swallowpaw’s shoulder. Suddenly she pricked her ears as Rooksea spoke, she felt bad for not paying attention before, and finchpaw’s ears burned with embarrassment. She had spent so much time worrying about swallowpaw that she hadn’t realized that Wrenpaw could be in actual danger. Suddenly, a small bird flung itself from the sky, attacking the molly at the lead of the patrol. Finchpaw let it a yelp of surprise, what bird in its right mind would ever do that?!

[sylveonsweetie987]

Hawkmire/Female/Warrior/In: hunting patrol /Tags: hunting patrol/Vote: Lovebird

Hawkmire yawned.
(Ik double word reply but it's late oof)

[ufoparty]

falconstike !
( molly | warrior | tags — patrol | vote — abstain )

Falconstrike now followed up the rear of the patrol, watching the apprentices chatter. They were loud, if they got any louder they’d scare off all the prey. The patrol had come across a trail of blood, it was a horrible idea to follow it, but they did. They made their way along before a strange Wrenpaw appeared. Was that Wrenpaw? Falconstrike was surprised she was even alive, but something was wrong. Suddenly the apprentice had attacked Rooksea. Falconstrike lunged forward, pulling the apprentice by her scruff. “Starclan what is wrong with her?” she growled tugging her back.

[ChocoDog935]

Robinwing ~ Straight ~ Male ~ Warrior ~ Crush: Falconstrike ~ Kits: N/A ~ Mother: Ploverflight ~ Father: Harrierheart

Robinwing felt his heart break when he returned from camp with the body. Wrenpaw was only an apprentice, she didn't deserve to die! He turned to Falconstrike. "I don't know....I think she was m-m-murdered..."

(Abstaining)

[the folly of man]

Flypaw!
tags: patrol

Once the bird-like creature leaped out at Rooksea, Flypaw jumped back, his ears flattening, and his already fluffy fur puffing out. Even though Falconstrike had already been helping, Flypaw also attacked the strange animal. He tried to keep a strong grip on it, digging his claws into it's skin, feathers and fur. He may have been getting in the way, but.. he just wanted to help, and this was his way of helping.

(I'll be abstaining.)

[liightning]

All she remembered was darkness. Fear. Pain. And more darkness.

Then strength, and light - power coursing through her veins. Exhilaration. The wings unfolding from her back.

And a new motive: to kill.


Wrenpaw - or what she had become, anyways - flung herself at the warriors. This cat before her was oddly familiar, although she couldn’t quite place her paw on it. Her mind only begged of blood, to kill, kill, kill.

She was jerked back. Snarling, the bird creature turned on Falconstrike, writhing, twisting free in a moment. She was lunging in a flash, aiming for Falconstrike’s throat.