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    Wolfgang hadn't any time to mourn Ellie, but now as things settled down, he revisited where she'd been slaughtered. It was absolutely devastating. He remembered picking flowers for her, and she would turn right around and give them to Waspwing, pretending she'd been the one to pick them. It was funny. Now she's dead. Wolfgang set a flower down on the ground, where blood stains still remained. He eye drifted up to a twoleg apartment right beside the scene where it'd all happened. A pair of eyes stared back at him from a window. A kittypet had been watching, his dark blue collar giving away his identity. The window was open. Wolfgang drew closer.

    "Do you know who did this?" Wolfgang asked, his voice soft but intense. If he grew too hostile, he may have scared away the only possible witness. The kittypet shook his head. However- "I dunno who did it, but I saw what they looked like, I reckon. Was this thin lookin' lady cat. Grey lookin' fur, with some stripes and stuff. Had these real pretty green eyes. I think she might'ov winked at me, too!" The kittypet told him. Wolfgang's remaining eye widened a bit as he memorized the features. Grey tabby cat, green eyes, slim form. Wolfgang looked at him. "Was there anything else? Any defining features? Anything?" Wolfgang inquired, a bit desperately. The kittypet gave him a bit of a worried glance. "Nah, I don't reckon there was anythin' else. Had uhh..... I dunno, the memory's a bit foggy. I aint got no... what's it called... photomagraphic memory or whatever its called. Ah! She did have this uh... whatsit thing... those things you got down your face, what are they called?"

    "A scar?"

    "Yeah that's it! A scar thing, there was a scar on her shoulder. That's all I remembers, now."

    Grey tabby. Green eyes. Slim molly. Scar on her shoulder. He nodded, then looked up at the kittypet. "Thank you," He said with a great deal of sincerity. That was probably the most genuine thank you he'd ever given. Finally! They had a lead! Wolfie rushed back to the sewers, his heavy paws splashing puddles on the concrete from an earlier shower. As he slowed to a stop, his gaze searched around for his parents rather frantically. They could help look! They could kill that bitch! They could finally get closure!


    // sO the cat who killed ellie was a cat named frogmouth. she "lived" in bloodclan a long long loong time ago. one of the forest clans had a bit of a run in with her before, so they'd likely be able to put a name to the face ;0









    Wolfgang caught Canary's eye, seeming a lot more excited than usual. The child pranced after his brother, trying to catch up with him as he jetted over to see their parents. "Gee, Wolfgang, what's got you so fevered?" Canary sighed in relief when Wolfgang made a stop, blinking in curiosity. He hadn't thought about Ellie an awful lot since he prayed for her at the site of her murder.

    h a l o g e n

    speaking // attacking

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    Halo had been quietly grooming herself in the safety of the sewers when Wolfgang came skidding in, Canary at his heels. Oh... she knew these two. She'd actually interacted with Wolfgang, once, though she hadn't actually spoken to him, electing instead to remain silent.


    Halogen padded a little closer, sat down, and resumed grooming herself, ears pricked, gold-green eyes alert. She was curious... what could have gotten Wolfgang in such a frenzy? Surely it was something important. She didn't know that she'd seen him this excited since--


    Hm.


    Maybe it had something to do with...


    A spark shot through her at the memory of Ellie. The memory of Waspwing's wails, shrieking, echoing, audible even from underground. Oh. God. No.


    This had to do with that, didn't it? She hoped it didn't but-- but, well, Halo had never been an optimist. Her eyes stayed on the sibling pair as she continued to observe.

    --the night knows me by name, its shadow trained to dull the pain


    tags in sig


    //ooc: p much a track post, halo isn't one for social interaction so we'll see


    Wolfgang's attention turned to Canary as the boy's voice graced his ears. The goofball had been running beside him. Wolfie hesitated before replying to Canary. This was good news, but for such a sad situation. Would it make him happy? Would it give him hope? Or would it just resurface a bad memory? His gaze fell upon Halogen, who had remained as silent as ever. It took him quite a while to catch her name- when he'd initially asked, both her and her brother said nothing. It was a bit odd. He eventually cleared his throat and looked at Canary with a gentle gaze, unsure how he'd like the news. Would he find it good or bad? Or both? "Erm... Canary. I got a lead on Ellie's murderer." He glanced at Halogen, then to Canary once more. "We're gonna find them, Canary, and we're gonna kill them." Would the promise of avenging murder with murder make Canary feel better, or worse? He didn't know. Canary was a very unpredictable cat, it was hard for Wolfie to know what would upset him and what wouldn't.


    HOW TO BE A HEARTBREAKER

    "sonny" / bloodclan apprentice / ♀ / tags

    *:･ﾟ✦ Sonata hadn't much of an 'appetite' for battle, she didn't much like it to begin with, but revenge was always an interest. The girl stood and shook her fur in a stretch before making her way over. She offered a grim look, standing still as she listened to them.


    "If you don't mind too much, I'd like to help."


    "Speech." || Attack || 'Thought'

    He'd pad up from beside Halogen, and in a slight attempt to get her involved, he'd brush a bushy tail on her flank before making his way forward.


    " What's the lead?" he'd ask, calm demeanor holding as he'd settle beside Canary, attempting to nose the tom's ears affectionantly in a rushed track post.


    Sonata had said she would like to help. That... was marvelous news. To search for one cat in such a wide area by himself would be so incredibly difficult, it would almost make the lead not worth mentioning. He nodded at Sonata gratefully, though she did not seem entirely thrilled at the thought of possibly having to battle this cat. His head swiveled to look at Blahkenmuro, who spoke next. He stared a bit as the cat affectionately nuzzled his little brother's ear. Hm. Were these two a thing? Did he need to worry? Blahkenmuro did not seem like much of a heartbreaker. Plus, if somebody tried to heckle Canary again, having the deputy and future leader to protect him was a comforting thought. He blinked the thought out of his mind, deciding it'd be stupid to be worried about such a trivial thing as his brother having a boyfriend when Wolfie had just found out the appearance of their sister's murderer. "Thin molly. Light grey tabby. Green eyes, and a scar on her shoulder." Wolfgang reported. It was unlikely somebody shared the exact same appearance as her, right? Or, perhaps it wasn't. They would know once they confronted her, though, whether or not she was a murderer. "I'm willing to bet she's still in the city. I doubt she is a forest cat, as those fat-asses always have a surplus of prey." He derived, and hoped it was a correct assumption. Or perhaps it wasn't correct. Maybe she was a clan cat with a vendetta, like that disgusting Deerblood character.




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    Halo wasn't the type for passionate outbursts. Her emotions she kept like they were confidential intel.


    But whoever had murdered Ellie like that, pointlessly, in cold blood?


    It really made her feel some kind of icy rage. She hadn't known the kitten well, but did it matter? If the perpetrator could be found, she wanted to help in any way she could.


    Coolly she'd pad forward, dipping her head to silently signal her intent to join their efforts.

    --the night knows me by name, its shadow trained to dull the pain


    tags in sig


    //ooc:

    Canary's train of thought stopped dead on its tracks at the mention of Ellie's name. Her image was still ingrained in his head, her voice faded but persisting in his memories. The boy wasn't too sure what to say, but remembered the passionate anger, maybe bloodlust, that had been permanently burned into his character at that moment. Blahkenmuro's presence made him a bit calmer. His breathing slowed. "Huh. I-I don't think I've seen her before." Wolfgang's promise brought him hope, but Canary wasn't quite used to the idea of vengeance. Usually when he tried to get people back he would end up in an even worse spot than he already was. But this was a murder, worse, the murder of a child. Ellie. "If there's any signs or pawprints left, where do you think she came in from?" The boy asked, in attempt to be some sort of help to his brother.


    Wolfgang thought about it for a second. Pawprints? Well, vague bloodstains from the murderer's paws led away from the scene, but the blood quickly chipped off the criminal's paws and thus did not provide a very long trail for them to follow. "She was already in the city when she... when it happened. Perhaps some rogues or kittypets know her, or have at least seen her." Though his face was dead serious, a glint of pride glossed over his gaze as he looked at Canary. Actively trying to figure out who the criminal was, rather than just sitting back passively and accepting what had happened. They'd surely catch that asshole, even if it took moons upon moons to do so.