by Stormidae » Sun Apr 26, 2015 2:22 pm
Strikingpaw was stunned at the death.
He'd been woken by the commotion and had padded tiredly to the scene, pace picking up when he heard the growing panic. The bodies ahead of him, blocked by the pelts of his fellow Clanmates, reeked of deathberries. He trembled, having never seen a dead body before. He stood there quietly for a bit, breathing heavily.
As the Cats started voting, fear rose inside him, and he shuffled as though to try to stop it. How could they turn on each other like this?
Who had started this?
That would be Gingerstorm.
He glared warily at the She-cat. She'd been quick to start all this, and she didn't seem so shocked by it. He spoke his suspicion, with his normal, slightly hostile tone, though it had more fear than he'd like to admit.
(I'm voting for Gingerstorm, sorry!)