plain and simple (MURDER!)

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    ooc// if any of yall remember a while back a charrie named pebbledpaw then thats the dude being killed! if not then an apprentice just got murdered, up to you if they smell windclan or not



    Amber eyes dark and intent, Paperpaw sneaks into the Riverclan camp. She had come in the dead of night and like a reaper was here to get what was hers. Her payment for the dark forest training - the life of one of her family members. She had failed to kill her father and wouldnt dare harm a sibling so the traitorous cousin who had moved to Riverclan would do just nicely.


    Stepping over sleeping apprentices she worms her way to her marbled grey cousin. Before he can wake, her long gleaming claws slide out and slash downwards onto his throat. "Night night." She says tonelessly, leaving Riverclan to find their dead apprentice. The smell of Windclan still lingered but it could well be from the makeshift camp at their border.


    //feel free to bury him ect!


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    *:･ﾟ✦ sirenpaw

    ( riverclan - apprentice - timid - highly intelligent)


    the lilac calico's curious luminaries were the first to open in the apprentice den as she felt something warm on her fur. something metallic. something... familiar. blood.


    was she dreaming? what was this? shifting in her nest, the female's one forepaw outstretched towards her nest neighbor but instead of reaching the warm fur she was used to, her paw entangled with sticky, wet, flesh. the empress froze for a moment, sparkling irises widening within the dark dawn light in which filtered through the apprentice den in hazy patches of serenity. vision enhancing as sirenpaw ever so squinted through the veil of ebony hue, scared pupils making out something she wished she didn't see. something she wished she didn't smell. death.


    at that moment of realization did she scramble to her little paws. "p-pebbledpaw?" she breathed, backing away from the dead body into another sleeping apprentice to fall upon her paws, unbalanced due to her lack of legs before she lifted herself up once more, trembling. hot, sticky breath heaving from her parted lips, as her heart beat and beat in a panic. windclan. she could smell them thick and heavy within the den. she had to run, she had to get out of this den. making her way clumsily from the darkness she stood alone and cold in the center of the clearing where dawn light broke out through the puffs of cinnamon swirl clouds.


    she didn't know why she didn't tell anyone, how could she? she couldn't even spit the words out much less think of what she had seen, what she had discovered, and windclan? their allies. pebbledpaw, her friend. their blood was on her own body, maybe everyone would think she killed them... she'd never seen death before.


    Sheogorath

    Savage Warrior of RiverClan

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    A large fish hung from his powerful jaws as Sheogorath returned to camp, the faint light of early dawn lighting his path. Golden eyes glanced briefly upwards as the former BloodClan leader wondered, with some amusement, what the RiverClan ancestors thought of him. The warrior hummed quietly to himself as he slid back into camp, greeting the entrance guard with a flick of his tail. The glowing eyes of the other tom singled him out and burned with suspicion, but the newfound forest cat paid them no mind. It was the norm. As he prowled deeper into the heart of his home to place the fish upon the pile, a new scent washed over his senses, dusty and fresh enough that it distracted him from the metallic smell of his own catch. Sheogorath's nostrils flared as he analyzed it, WindClan.


    One tattered ear flicked with curiosity. They were supposed to be allies, right? A burning gaze swept across the camp. There didn't seem to be any other cat awake yet, so he chose to follow the scent himself, large paws carrying him closer to the apprentice's den, but before he could get closer, a small shape emerged. The warrior clung to the shadows, out of sight, watching with interest. After a moment, he was able to recognize Sirenpaw, silent where she had chosen to sit, and looking quite shaken. Was that blood on her paw? Stepping back into view and guided by the thin crest of the sliver of dawnlight, the prince jogged towards the other RiverClanner with sharp eyes.


    "Somethin' wrong, lass? It wouldn't have somethin' to do with the WindClan scent leading into the den you sleep in, would it?" Sheogorath let a smirk cross his maw. Was there some secret to be kept? The maine coon mix turned his head back towards the apprentice's den, noticing the copper scent wafting out and into the open night air. "Or the blood?"

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    First and Former Leader of BloodClan

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    Doestar had allowed WindClan to live within their territory after the fire. Doestar had allowed a murderer to join RiverClan. Twistedtail would never have expected the former to do something terrible first.


    She knew something went horribly wrong as soon as she wandered into the clearing. The thick, metallic scent of blood.. and death.. and..


    Sheogorath. What had he done?


    Storming over to the apprentices' den, she pushed the dark maine coon aside with a hiss as she peered inside, ignoring the shaking apprentice. There it was - the body, and mingling with it.. "WindClan," she muttered, fur bristling impossibly more. Those traitors! The tabby molly furiously padded back out into the camp, looking to where RiverClan had allowed their neighbors to stay for the time being. WindClan had received Doestar's hospitality, and this is what they got in return? Those filthy traitors!


    "Pebbledpaw is dead," she yowled, crooked tail lashing as she looked around, golden eyes scanning the area for any nearby WindClanner. They had to be here somewhere - they had to be. She would not let them get away with this.

    . ✦･ﾟ +' He wasn't sleeping completely. He couldn't with the lingering pain.. but he wasn't sure what to think when someone came into the apprentice's den, Windclan plastered onto their scent. He couldn't react.. His nights usually consisted of him, laying uncomfortably in his nest, and sleeping on-and-off for the whole night. Although when they came in, he simply assumed it was someone returning from.. whatever they were doing. It wasn't uncommon for himself to sit outside and just.. sit.. so he allowed himself to drift into a sort-of sleep.


    He woke to a panicked scream, jolting awake with adrenaline suddenly shooting through his veins. What. What was going on? He pulled himself to his paws, only before apprentices left and right pushed past him to escape. The coppery scent of blood filled his lungs and immediately.. his heart sank. Oh, Starclan.. what had happened? His clouded oculars scanned the den, blinking blurrily, trying to make out what he was seeing. Only before the older felines entered could he see the mess of blood and fur laying in the nest just across from him. He remained silent but his heart skipped and he scrambled to the wall.. anywhere.. farther, his chest rising and falling rapidly.


    His expression remained almost vacant, save for the evident fear welling in his silver luminaries at the sight. He could feel tears pushing.. in the exhaustion, the shock, it was almost too much. He wasn't ready for this.. he was sleeping just a few moments ago. His eyes snapped to Sirenpaw, to Sheogorath.. He couldn't process this right.. He drew in quick, shaky breaths and stared blankly into space.