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Post by Fate of Five Staff on Oct 2, 2016 14:08:45 GMT -5
Another scene of carnage unfolds. The tranquility of the Willow Stream has been shattered. The body of a pretty pale ginger and white tabby lies cooling since dawn, with obvious signs of battle in the torn clumps of fur and drops of scarlet drying on the grass blades. The scents of Vinestripe, Shadefrost, Lotuswhisker and Surgeclaw are all around the scene, though it's hard to tell which scents are old and which scents are new. She died fighting, but her opponent must have been older and more experienced, as well as unafraid to attack a Clanmate in seemingly cold blood. There is a blood-trail leading from the Willow Stream to the Wooded Cove, with tracks that indicate a limping cat. Is this left by the killer or another victim, struggling to escape? The Clues Clumps of ginger fur, pale fur, white fur and dark fur found in the water. The fur belongs to either the killer or the victim's, but which is which? Blood trail leading to the Wooded Cove. Find the injured cat, find the killer? Or is there more to the story?What Now? RainClan is arguably shocked by the victim's death, and family members have to be alerted. Can you identify the victim? (hint: check the RainClan ranks page and see if the description matches!) Will your cat be the one to break the news to them?
Can your cat figure out what happened?
A max of 3 cats can discover the victim, then bring the body back to camp OR follow the blood trail. After this is done, anyone can join in and post their character's reactions. Feel free to start multiple threads discussing this.
The poll will go up 24 hours from now. You will be tagged.
@marshymutt @bluebird @savagewolf
Posting Order goes:
Marshy
Bluebird
SavageWolfSomething to keep in mind
It has been 3 days since the last attack, and Leopardyowl has been a prisoner of the Loyalists since his capture by Stormheart's patrol. |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2016 15:01:00 GMT -5
The brown and white tom walked beside his clanmates in relative silence, the weight of Vultureback's death still heavy on his mind. He was more on edge than usual today, frequently looking behind them to ensure nobody was sneaking up on them and shaking like a mouse in leafbare with every step they took. Eventually, he took a few deep breaths, and tried to focus his attention forwards instead, trying to keep his mind off of the feeling of dread that built in the pit of his stomach. As he gazed forward however, he noticed something up ahead by the Willow Stream.
The object was oddly shaped and appeared to be, ginger and white in color? A chill ran down the tom's spine and he raced toward it without a second's hesitation, hoping desperately that it wasn't what he thought. For once pleading with all of Starclan that he was wrong and that it was merely a pile of leaves, but as he closed the distance between himself and the corpse, it was all too clear that his assumptions had been right.
A pretty ginger and white cat lay dead by the Willow Stream. A whirlwind of scents surrounding the area around them, the familiar scents of some of the cats he used to call clanmates. It was only after giving the scene before him a second look, that he realized there was a trail of blood leading away from the body and to the Wooded Cove. Duststorm could feel his pelt bristle as he felt a strong urge to follow the trail. There could have been an injured cat over there that needed his help. Though it could just as easily lead into a trap set for foolish cats just like him. He mulled the idea over in his head for a while, before deciding to wait for the rest of the patrol to join him. It would be best not to go alone.
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 He thought it happier to be dead,
To die for Beauty, than live for bread. |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2016 15:25:09 GMT -5
❉ Briarsong ❉
she-cat >>> RainClan warrior >>> sixteen moons
They had been walking along in relative silence, something Briarsong was completely fine with. The silence was nice, just the noise of the river to accompany them. With all that had been going on with murdered clanmates, and a captured clanmate too, it felt respectful to not be joshing around.
When Duststorm took off without any warning Briarsong was confused for a second, prepared to make a sarcastic comment about him not wanting to patrol with them apparently. She stopped when she saw something near the water that look misshapen and furry. Oh Starclan no, not another. Her paws were already flying after Dustorm's, a feeling growing in her stomach like a twisted snake raising its head.
Skidding to a stop on the bank Briarsong wanted to vehemently deny what she was seeing. There was a cat--another clanmate--dead near the water. She didn't know what to say or even think--it was a chilling scene. Blood was on the cool grass, drying to a rusty brown already. Her green gaze was almost wild when she glanced at Duststorm--looking for an anchor, anything to say that this wasn't what it really was. But she knew no such thing was going to happen. There was a gruesome darkness in RainClan.
She looked again at the scene around her, noticing now the layered scents, blood trail, and fur tufts. It didn't paint a pretty picture of what had happened.
Taking a breath to steady her voice she took one last glance at the corpse on the ground before saying, "May she have a warriors rest in Starclan," she said it quietly, more to herself than anything.
Looking back at the blood trail she could feel her own blood rise in anger. Whatever horrifying monsters of cats had done this she wanted to find. Or if it was another victim--to find them.
❉ word count >>> 313 >>> tags >>> @marshymutt @savagewolf ❉
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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2016 7:42:21 GMT -5
 Forgetting is easy, but remembering is almost impossible.
Badgerpaw walked slowly with his clan mates, when his eyes spotted something in the distance. He watched as Duststorm and Briarsong ran off towards the object but Badgerpaw slowly walked, not wanting to run because he had a feeling what it was, and honestly, he didn't want to get too close, but sadly, he had to. Once he stood by Duststorm and Briarsong, his eyes were directed at the corpse. This was gruesome, how could anyone do this? He looked to the others before looking back to the body.
"This is terrible, but what makes this worse, is that I don't even know who this is. Just like I can never remember who anyone is. I don't even know your names. For me, this is the first time meeting you. I'm sorry, I'm a terrible clan mate."
Badger lowered his head sadly and sat himself down. After a minute, his head lifted again to look at the body before him.
"There is no such thing as Starclan, she's gone but sometimes, I wish there was a place that cats went, sometimes, I wish there were a Starclan. Then, my cursed memory would be only a dream."
He lowered his head once more, not saying anything else.
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Post by Fawn on Oct 4, 2016 16:07:52 GMT -5
Lotuswhisker33 Moons, She-Cat, RainClan Warrior ------ The stench of her Clanmate's blood made her want to gag, but Lotuswhisker forced her legs to stop shaking as she helped the injured tom back towards the Wooded Cove. Oh Glowflower... There was nothing she could do for the pretty tabby she-cat back at the Willow Stream; her injuries had been too severe, and she had been still by the time Lotuswhisker had stumbled upon the horror scene.
"Vinestripe, what were you thinking!" She hissed to the battered tom leaning heavily on her shoulder, his blood staining her fur.
"I..." The tom coughed, as if there was fluid in his lungs still from falling into the river. He was missing patches of fur, and a confusing mixture of scents--including fear--clung to the red tom's body.
Lotuswhisker's heart trembled, but her eyes were awash with light, frightened out of her fur of what this was going to mean for RainClan. They say Leopardyowl killed Vultureback... Oh StarClan, what if I'm helping a murderer back to camp? Could it really have been Vinestripe all along? And what if this was only the beginning?
Who had fought Vinestripe, then? Loyalists? More Purists?
This civil war had instantly become more complicated than she'd ever imagined it would be. Sadness still sat in her belly like a stone, but unease quickly crawled up her spine as she heard the sound of paw-steps nearby. Over the foul tang of her Clanmate's blood, Lotuswhisker detected Loyalist scents, and her fur bristled in horror. What if they attacked her? What if they thought she had done this to Glowflower?
Would they capture her and take her back to camp like they had Leopardyowl?
Lotuswhisker pictured, for one fleeting, awful moment, the image of her and Leopardyowl being forced into exile. The she-cat's world spun, and she gritted her teeth, hearing Vinestripe yelp in pain as she tried to haul him faster towards the Wooded Cove. "Help!" She hissed, hoping her own friends would come to her aid. "I need some help over here!"
She didn't want to start a fight, but nor did she want to be accused for something she didn't do.
Swanfeather will sort this out. I just have to get him to Swanfeather.
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Tags @marshymutt @bluebird @savagewolf (Loyalists) @jem Amber Hellion (Purists) If any purists want to jump in to Lotuswhisker's defense, feel free! Otherwise continue the posting order as normal~ |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 5, 2016 18:35:33 GMT -5
The elder tom glanced over at Badgerpaw as he spoke, claiming that Starclan didn't exist. To which he immediately felt worry pool into the pit of his stomach. This apprentice seemed too young to have already lost faith in Starclan. Or perhaps he never had any to begin with, yet it still concerned him that this young cat was without the same source of hope that drove many cats.
So he decided to take a moment to try and comfort him. "Badgerpaw,I'm sure that Starclan does exist, it's just that sometimes....bad things happen to good cats. It's part of life, not even Starclan could prevent that from happening. And sometimes, cats are born different than others for a reason. That doesn't exactly mean that Starclan doesn't exist, it simply means that they have different plans for you." He mewled down to the young apprentice, hoping his words would bring some comfort to the tom.
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He thought it happier to be dead,
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Post by Deleted on Oct 6, 2016 15:19:19 GMT -5
❉ Briarsong ❉
she-cat >>> RainClan warrior >>> sixteen moons
Sure, she may not have been the most devote believer in Starclan, but Badgerpaw's words seemed absurd to her. Absurd, and a bit disrespectful considering that the body was still laying right next to them. She felt terrible, just mentally calling it a body. Because the she-cat must have a name and a family who would miss her. Briarsong was hesitant to just take the lead, but it seemed like the best thing to just speak up. Even if the normally quiet she-cat hated it.
"So, who wants to identify...her," her voice dropped as she nodded her head towards the heap of fur on the bank. Claws digging into the sandy dirt underneath her paws she ripped at it slightly, tearing the plant life beneath into little shreds. When she spoke again her voice was full of barely concealed anger, "And what should we do about the blood? If it's another victim then they could use help. But if it's our killer?..."
She left the sentence hanging, not feeling the need to finish it. Her tail was lashing, like a black angry snake. Both in shock and terribly angry Briarsong looked to her two clanmates for a plan.
❉ word count >>> 199 >>> tags >>> @marshymutt @savagewolf ❉
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2016 22:10:12 GMT -5
Badgerpaw looked to Duststorm for a moment and listened to him, before looking over to Briarsong, then finally over to the corpse. He stared at it for some time until a sigh escaped his lips. He felt completely useless here. He couldn't identify who it was, and he was only an apprentice. He looked over to the blood trail and slowly stood up.
"Maybe Duststorm, but I never believed in Starclan, in fact, I've always hated Starclan, cursed them because of my memory. I always worry what the future will be like for me. There isn't much I can do with my bad memory. I can't even identify the who she was, and I am only an apprentice, but, there is something I can do. You two are valuable cats, more so than I. I'll follow the blood trail alone, and if I return, I will tell you what I found. If one of us has to be next, it's better me than any of you, because you two are far better than I in every way."
He gave a simple nod before looking at the blood trail once more. He gave a soft sigh, and began to follow it slowly, however, he stopped before he got out of earshot and turned to Duststorm and Briarsong, in case they wanted to say anything. Although, Badgerpaw still saw himself as a burden due to his memory, and he wanted to fix that.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2016 23:08:04 GMT -5
Badgerpaw's words hit him quite hard. That was quite a bit of negativity for one so young, though he would be lying if he said he wouldn't feel the same way if he'd been born with such an issue. He was about to respond again when Briarsong suggested someone identify the corpse.
"Ah yes, my apologies, I was a bit distracted. Now let me see...." He mewled out, looking down at the she[cat's face. "This cat is Glowflower,if I am completely correct"
Though the sudden sight of Badgerpaw caused him to leap up and dash to the apprentice's side. "What in the name of the great leaders do you think you're doing Badgerpaw?! Following that trail alone will almost certainly lead to your doom! It leads in the direction of the Wooded Cove, and I have no doubt in my mind that the purists will see you and attack if you decide to follow it. Please stay with us, I don't want you getting hurt!
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He thought it happier to be dead,
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