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the exile 01 wrote:A loud, blood curdling screech could be heard from outside the camp, causing the small gathering of cats to rise to their paws and race after Viperstrike. Just past the entrance, Viperstrike could be seen standing over the still body of Pebblepaw, his fur and the ground around him stained in dried blood. There was a heavy silence for a moment, with each cat unsure what to say or do.
Mottlestar pushed her way through the crowd, approaching Viperstrike and Pebblepaw. She looked at the young tom, sniffing the ground around him. The air remained tense as the RiverClan leader investigated, lashing her tail in apparent annoyance. Mottlestar shook her head and looked at her clanmates.
“I can’t smell anything other than RiverClan scent. Either someone knew to cover their tracks…” she trailed off, not wanting to offer the alternative answer. “Or one of our own killed Pebblepaw.” A soft murmur rippled through those who gathered, everyone eyeing each other with slight suspicion. Mottlestar went to grab Pebblepaw, with Viperstrike helping.
“We ought to discuss in the camp, with everyone,” Mottlestar said as she carefully made her way through the group and into the camp. Dreamrunner, Ottersnap, Briarbreeze, and Honeystorm had followed Viperstrike out, leaving the other half of the clan to stare in astonishment as they all returned with the dead apprentice.
Mottlestar made her way to the Wet Rock, climbing up and seeing most cats were already waiting for her to officially call a meeting. “Let all cats old enough to swim the rapids gather around the Wet Rock for a clan meeting!” The remaining cats exited their dens, eyes blinking in the harsh sunlight before realizing what was happening.
“Pebblepaw was murdered last night, just outside camp. I want to believe that nobody in RiverClan could have committed this heinous crime, but if anyone would like to speak up, please do.” She paused as the Clan began to speak amongst themselves. Viperstrike and Ottersnap both shook their heads, feeling that this was a case of a rogue attack, or even another Clan.
Dreamrunner walked between the conversing cats before climbing up the Wet Rock, delivering the message to Mottlestar. “Nobody is accusing anyone, or coming forward. We’ve got nothing to go off of, we can’t accuse anyone,” he whispered to her, glancing at the worried clanmates below. “It’s best we conclude it was a rogue and search for the murderer.” Mottlestar nodded her head and turned to address the crowd once more.
“Alright, we will search the territory today to find clues, for whoever did this. Tonight we will hold a vigil, hopefully holding one with justice being served.” Her announcement was short and curt, and it gave ease to some of the warriors. Dreamrunner nodded and went back down to the cats, and began to assign warriors for who to stay in camp and who to leave. Hopefully, this was the only killing.
Hopefully.
riverclan- you let a day go by, and the murderer is still at large. can you get them before they get you?
the kill 02 wrote:Firefeather was still out as the sun began to sit, determined to find any clue on Pebblepaw’s killer. Dreamrunner had been sending out mini patrols since the discovery of the dead apprentice, but nothing turned up. The young warrior’s patrol had already turned back, but he managed to convince them to let him stay alone- a mistake that would soon haunt RiverClan.
Another cat had slipped from camp throughout the day as patrols left and returned, waiting for one cat to be alone. They watched from the reeds as Firefeather’s patrol headed back to camp, noticing the tom was missing. They flexed their claws and made their way to him, the thrill of another kill itching in their paws.
Firefeather was none the wiser. He nosed his way through every nook and cranny, followed every paw print, but could not pick up on any foreign scent. Everything was RiverClan; he couldn’t even distinguish one warrior from the other. His thoughts became clouded, worrying that maybe, just maybe, it was a fellow clanmate who killed Pebblepaw. The only issue with that was no cat in the Clan seemed to have it in them. Right?
“Firefeather,” a voice whispered. The tom jumped at the sudden noise, spinning around with his claws unsheathed. He immediately relaxed as he saw a familiar face. Heart still racing, Firefeather made his way to the cat.
“Hey,” he mewed in greeting, “don’t scare me like that. It’s not funny.” He was only half-joking. As much as he trusted his Clan and everyone in it, something felt wrong. Something felt very wrong.
“I apologize- that wasn’t my intent. Find anything?” They asked, sitting and curling their tail around their paws. Firefeather shook his head and sat next to them, scanning the area. He let out a soft sigh before shifting his gaze down to his paws. He felt like a failure. His partner could sense this vulnerability and took it to their advantage. They stood and flicked their tail, silently signaling for Firefeather to follow.
“I like to hunt when I feel frustrated,” they mewed. “I’ve found that the lake has a good number of minnows in the shallows. It helps me focus, those little critters are harder to catch, ya know?” The two made their way to the lake. By this point, the sun could barely be seen above the horizon. The lake looked much more intimidating at night- the waters seemed darker, deeper.
Firefeather approached the shore, letting the water lap at his paws. It was warmer than the air around him, giving the tom a better sense of security. He watched as the other cat stood at the edge of the shore, staring intently at the dark waters. Firefeather was confused why they wanted to come out when there was hardly any light out- it would make seeing the minnows a bit more difficult to see. He padded over to them, interested to watch them.
They flashed a paw into the water, hooking their claws into a minnow before sending it to the ground. The fish flopped around for a moment before they finally bent down to sink their teeth into it, killing the minnow. Firefeather watched in awe, knowing he wasn’t fast enough to catch the small and fast creatures. His partner turned to look at him, eyes gleaming in the moonlight.
“Why don’t you give it a shot?” They purred, bending down to take a bite out of the minnow. Firefeather cocked his head, confused why they were eating the fish- prey should always be brought back to camp. But he wouldn’t question it, it wasn’t his call to make. He stood closer to the water, straining his eyes to see the little fish swimming around the shore.
As the tom raised a paw, he felt a heavy weight fall upon him and push him into the water. Panic ensued, but Firefeather stood no chance. He thrashed around in the water as he felt a sharp pain in his shoulders- his attacker was sinking their claws into him and holding him under water. He couldn’t roll over, but he refused to accept this defeat so easily. Firefeather continued to thrash and try to roll until he could feel the last of his breath leave him. He began to slow, and the attacker loosened their grip.
They hopped off of the young warrior, watched as his body laid in the shallows. Shaking their pelt, they turned around and made their way back to camp. At least Firefeather’s last moments were good.
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