Murderers in ThunderClan V.7

[flightoftheowl]

Russetfang | She-cat | Deputy
Russetfang kept up a brisk pace as Willowwing followed and Magpiecreek ran to keep up. As they went deeper into Thunderclan territory, away from camp, the forest was alive with sounds; squirrels and birds, settling down for the night, and crickets singing their chorus as they woke up. The territory was very familiar to the deputy; she'd trod almost every corner of it many times on patrol and hunting over many moons. She sensed nothing off yet, though she was on high alert, her ears swiveling to catch every sound and her mouth slightly open to better catch scents.

But then, after several minutes of walking at a quick pace, she stopped suddenly as she caught relatively fresh scents- Beepaw's scent, and two other Thunderclan scents. One must have been Graypool's, she supposed, but what was the other? That wasn't what had made her stop so suddenly, though- it was a whiff of... an utterly foreign catscent. She bristled and curled her lip in a snarl. "There's... a rogue in our territory," the deputy said in a low, angry voice. "Or... there was. Beepaw came this way, and two other clanmates... I smell no blood, but..." Without waiting any longer, she immediately set off in the direction of a scent, this time at a full-out run, her ears flat against her head as her mind flashed through everything that could have happened to her son and panic began to bloom in her heart. Please, Starclan... please... let him, let both of them, be okay...

[beebun]

magpiecreek
xx> female, warrior
xx> location ; thunderclan camp
xx> tags ; russetfang, willowwing
xx> mentions ; beepaw, greypool
hex = BFBFBF

xxxxmagpiecreek sniffed the air when russetfang mentioned a rouge. her nose wasn’t as good as her other skills, but she could pin point the foreign scent easily. magpiecreek was in shock as russetfang sprinted off. she could understand the deputy’s reasoning though. the warrior glanced at willowwing, obviously worried. magpiecreek shot off to follow russetfang. magpiecreek hoped that they were ok, that greypool and.. there was another clan cat’s scent in there, magpiecreek realized. magpiecreek couldn’t pin point it, and set it to the side of her mind. she hoped that the three were ok. that they had fought off the rouge with minor scratches, or none at all.

[DaisieGames]

Cranekit listened, her tail flicking. "Sounds like a fun move!" the young kit meowed. "Where are they going?" she asked, noticing cats leaving camp. "Is it already time for a patrol?" she asked, confused.

[Skarrred]

Stingpaw | Male | Apprentice
He smiled in a friendly way. "Yeah!" he raised his ears as he looked at the leaving camps. "Eh, maybe they just want to leave early?" he huffed, looking the direction of the leaving cats. He shrugged as he cocked his head in interest. "Probably just that." he looked back at the kit with flick of his ears.

[jay.]

votes are open, though you may continue to rp.

[flightoftheowl]

Russetfang | She-cat | Deputy
The deputy heard Magpiecreek come after her, and spared a moment's thought for Willowwing- Hopefully she can keep up- before focusing on running again. The rogue wasn't anywhere around where she was, so the medicine cat apprentice would probably in fact be safer lagging behind, given she had no combat training. With practiced ease, Russetfang moved swiftly through the thick foliage, drawing in scent with every breath. The scent was becoming fresher- they were going the right way. And then suddenly, as the undergrowth thinned- the unmistakable scent of... blood. And then... just ahead... two shapes on the ground... No.. no... nononono... it can't be...

Russetfang stumbled to a sudden stop before the bodies of her two clanmates. Graypool, crumpled in the dust, with a now-unseeing expression of panic. A wound on her throat, her claws shot, a pool of blood beneath her. And... Beepaw. His neck twisted at an unnatural angle. Dead. Her mind filled up with roaring static, drowning out all her other thoughts. She was at his side in a moment, her gaze desperately darting from his face, the face she knew so well, loved so much, to his chest, looking for the rise and fall of breath, the twitch of a whisker, anything- But there was nothing. Nothing. Nothing.

Distantly, she heard the sound of a wordless yowl, full of pain and grief and heartbreak, and it took her several long moments to register that it was her own voice. Russetfang, normally so strong and unafraid, never showing weakness in front of her clanmates, collapsed in the dirt, her legs crumpling beneath her, and buried her face in her son's fur, his too-cold fur. She wanted to scream until her throat was raw... to cry until she had no tears left... but more than anything, to wake up and find out it'd all been a nightmare. But the stench of death was too strong to deny. My son... my son is dead... I failed him... I couldn't protect him...

(Vote: Willowwing)

[beebun]

magpiecreek
xx> female, warrior
xx> location ; thunderclan territory
xx> tags ; russetfang, willowwing
xx> mentions ; n/a
> vote.. undecided.
hex = BFBFBF

xxxxthe warrior had caught up to russetfang in time to see the deputy yowl in grief. emotions flashed on magpiecreek’s face until she caught sight of the bodies. beepaw and greypool.. they weren’t dead, right? magpiecreek sniffed the air, and like russetfang, all she could smell was death. it was all real. two of the clan’s members were dead. dead.
magpiecreek sat there with a blank, astonished and distressed expression on her face. who would do this?

[jay.]

votes 3/10
willowwing: III

[SmilePup]

Willowing caught up, and- "Wh...What?" She padded over to her sister, who was just....laying there, unmoving. "Graypool- get up. It's not funny. Please. Get up. This- this isn't funny, Graypool. Cmon. Get up. Please." The stench of death was so strong, and... dear starclan- blood. "Get up!" She nudged Graypool and she....she was cold. "Starclan, why?" Her voice wavered, almost breaking. Greypool was strong...she wouldn't have let this happen if she- if she hadn't known the attacker. A surprise. Willowing shook her head, trying to get the thought out. 'No. I know everyone here they- They're all loyal cats! This- this is a nightmare.' She just,,,stood there, hoping she would wake up, and Graypool and Beepaw would be alive.

(Vote is Undecided as of now.)

[the sound]

softstar ; leader ; related to pigeonheart ; mates with magpiecreek ; tagging pigeonheart ; voting willowwing

softstar had momentarily zoned out, listening to the three other cats chatter before they left. that was fine, as she realized someone needed to stay here and watch the camp. she sighed, watching the camp as cranekit and stingpaw interacted. she felt a sense of pride in her kit, and was glad that the young she-cat was making friends with the apprentices. the leader turned to pigeonheart, who had remained in camp with her. she stood and moved closer to her brother, worry setting in her.

"do you think they're okay, graypool and beepaw?" she asked the medicine cat, "personally, i don't know if i think so. it's so late, something is wrong."