Lobsterbreathe’s murdering

[Mango]

This is the original copy of Lobsterbreathe taking a life from Snowstar!

Snowstar launched herself into the battle, albeit with hesitation. She carefully glanced around, fighting her way through the cats. Snowstar had never liked fighting. The only real battle she'd ever been in was when Grousestar had come, and SkyClan had faced off against ThunderClan, who had been led by Ratnight at that point. Snowstar had turned against most of her Clanmates, the ones who fought on Ratnight's side, but somehow she still felt guilty. But she felt no guilt now. These cats were savages, members of the Dusk Syndicate, and she had to fight. So, taking a deep breath, the Siamese forced herself to concentrate. The Syndicate cats may have taken them by surprise but, hopefully, the Clans could gain the upper paw quickly.

Lobsterbreathe gave a grin. Might as well take all of that useless Siame, Snowstar’s life, being traitorous mentally, he might as well kill Snowstar Nothing wrong with it... he crept behind her and lauched himself at Snowstar unsheathed claws aiming for her back. He was pretty sure he’d make the blow unless she walked forward.

Snowstar let out a surprised gasp when she felt claws latch into her back, and she froze for a second, wincing. The familiar RiverClan scent flooded her, and it took her off guard enough that at first, she didn't attempt to fight back. That can't be right. We're fighting Syndicate cats! She thought in disbelief. Finally the Siamese managed to shove her paws against the ground and push herself up, hoping to fling her attacker off of her.

Lobsterbreathe crashed to the ground. He stood up and shook his fur out. He charged at her leaping up on her back once more aiming his paws for her cheek.

Snowstar managed to spin around before the cat could land on her back, but she hissed when he felt his claws rake across her cheek. "What is this?" She exclaimed, backing away slightly. "You're a Clan cat - You're supposed to be fighting them, not me!" Maybe the cat was just confused. Yes, that had to be it! He was confused!

Lobsterbreathe growled softly, “ It’s okay, little Snowstar. You’ll just lose one life. Maybe all, depending on whether I chose to stay and await your recover.” He ducked in front of her and reared up doing a back kick.

Snowstar let out a sharp yowl as he kicked her, taking a deep breath and quickly scrambling back to her paws. "You're fighting for the wrong side, otter-cat!" She hissed, unsheathing her claws. This time she lunged for him, aiming to rake her claws across his face. Snowstar had never been much of a fighter - She was so perky and bubbly! But she would fight if it called for it. Still, she wasn't the best fighter out there..

Lobsterbreathe growled, “ Easy, I’m impressed you pretty Kittypet were able to unsheathe your claws.” He jumped aside and slashed at her again.

Snowstar shrieked out a growl as she felt his claws rake across her muzzle, but she managed to duck back a bit so the blow wasn't as hard as before. The Siamese hissed, eyes flashing. She had kits, and a mate to go back to, and her Clan. But what if this Tom... No, don't be silly, you have nine lives! Right? Still, it was terrifying. The young leader shook her head desperately and lunged again, her claws aiming for his shoulder now, attempting to lash her claws down his side.

Lobsterbreathe felt his should start to sting What did I expect fighting a clan leader, all fun and games? Haha...bloodshed, but more on her end. Lobsterbreathe reared up and struck at her chin

Snowstar hissed again, her grip on his shoulder loosening as she staggered back when his claws hit her chin. The Siamese growled, crouching down low before launching at him again. Her front paws stretched forward in front of her, aiming to knock his paws from under him. What am I doing? I'm not a good fighter! Should I be leader if I'm not a good fighter? She thought, suddenly panicked. N- Nevermind! It doesn't matter. I'll fight for my Clan... Good at it or not!

Lobsterbreathe saw her panic, “ Why are you clan leader anyways? Passionblaze is much better for Thunderclan.” He purred lunging at her face.

"Shut up!" Snowstar snapped, surprising herself. She managed to duck away from the Tom, and quickly reared up on her hind legs, lashing out at him. Her claws were aimed for his muzzle, hoping to stun him.

Lobsterbreathe felt pain on his muzzle," Fleabrain." He aimed a blow at her ear.

"Fish-breath." Snowstar snapped right back, wincing when she felt her claws rake her ear. She quickly retaliated, lunging at him and attempting to rake her claws down his chest.

Lobsterbreathe gritted his teeth in pain," Fight with claws not words." He slashed at her again, aiming for her face.

Snowstar grimaced when his claws slashed down her face, and she kicked him away before lunging again, claws aiming for his chin.

He swatted at her gritting his teeth, “ Don’t think you’ll live long, pretty kitty.” He growled

“Fight with claws, not words." Snowstar sneered back, almost mockingly as she echoed him. Really she was trying to distract herself from the panic rising up inside of her. Snow. Relax. She told herself, lashing out at his muzzle. It'll be fine!

He growled, “ Fine.” He reached up and scratched her throat, it wasn’t a deep cut, but small, it’d kill her slowly. He growled in pleasure.

"Y-" Snowstar's words cut off with a strangled gasp when his claws hit her throat. She released him, staggering back in surprise. Then, suddenly, her eyes darkened. With what little strength she had left, she spun around and lashed her claws at him, aiming for his shoulder. But she was weaker, no doubt, and she felt her paws almost give away under her. She struggled to stay upright, trying to concentrate on breathing.

Lobsterbreathe grinned,"I can almost say one life down 8 to go." He had a menacing grin.

"No." Snowstar's protest came out in a whisper, unable to raise her voice any more. Her ice blue eyes caught onto something, a figure beside her. The pale golden pelt was faded, but Snowstar could make out blue eyes... Like hers. Fernpaw. Snowstar recognized just before everything went dark and her paws gave away, letting her fall to the ground.

[Mango]

This is an original copy of him murdering Plumkit and getting exiled

As he took a breath to state the next announcement, he found a more delicate way to word it, not for the tom the announcement was for, rather for the rest of his clanmates. It would be a harsh if they had to fear disloyalty during such a stressful event. Fallenstream took a deep breath " Lobsterbreath, due to you taking one of Snowstar's lives, and siding with the Dusk Syndicate during the gathering you will no longer be considered a warrior of Riverclan, from this moment forward you are now exiled and if you set paw in our territory we will not hesitate in chasing you out." he announced, his lapis hues flickered with anger as he jumped down, standing two fox lengths away from the brown tom. " You must now leave the camp, if you refuse we will force you out." he stated, a little growl evident in his last word as he took a step forward, as if proving his words.

Lobsterbreathe growled,” Fox dung!” He lunged at the kit known as Plumkit and pounced. Digging his claws into the little kit.

Plumkit had made her way out of the Nursery, yawning. She had refused to go to back to ShadowClan, as she was accustomed to RiverClan life now. Her family was ShadowClan, and yet, Plumkit stayed. It was a hard choice, but she had grown to love fish and swimming. As Plumkit groomed her pelt, she remained unaware of her impending doom flying at her. That is, until the sharp picks of claws dug into her. Squealing, Plumkit thrashed and clawed at the much bigger tom. "Help me!"

Lobsterbreathe snorted,” This is what Riverclan gets for banishing me. Your death.” He half-purred,” If you don’t struggle it’ll be over quicker.” He applied more pressure to the kit.

Plumkit whimpered and still thrashed with fear. "Let me go! Please! I don't want to die," she yowled. The kit yelped as the claws dug in deeper. She too scratched a bit harder. Plumkit began to look back on her life as she felt hopeless. Born a ShadowClan cat in RiverClan, Plumkit had first smelled fish and not pine. She had always assumed she was a RiverClan cat until her family told her the truth. She made two friends one day, but they never spoke again. They were kindly to the kitten. She could barely walk at the time. Plumkit was older now, three moons. She still had kitten fluff, but some of her fur was sleek and shiny. And now, she would never have a chance to grow. She would never see her family again. She would never become an apprentice. Tears began to well at Plumkit's eyes. "Please," she breathed.

Lobsterbreathe scowled,"If you strongly suppose the Dark Forest maybe but I know you don't because I've never seen you there." He dug his claws into the little kits body don't worry little kit Fallensteam will be sure to tell your family of your death.

Plumkit whimpered as the claws dug deeper. Her eyes glazed with pain and her heart thumped with fear. "Mommy.. I want my mommy," she whined, breath catching in her throat. Oh, how she missed her milky scent and her soft pelt. She missed her warm eyes and her soft voice. She wished she had gone with ShadowClan. "Please let me go."

The tom had turned and was making his way back to the den, trusting his warriors to escort the former Riverclan member off the territory, sadly the squeal of a kit made him turn on his heels. As soon as he did, the whole scene unfolded before him, he wasn't fast enough to stop Lobsterbreath from injuring the kit, he was hoping that he was fast enough to stop the tom from killing her though. Fallenstream let out a snarl and lunged, his claws unseathed, fangs barred, he wasn't holding back. He barreled into the smaller tom and bit his front left leg, digging his fangs as deeply as he could into the flesh. He yanked away and stood in front of the kit, his lapis hues now frosty blue with threat and anger, his fangs tinted red, and his irises now just slits, he was angry, he was beyond angry. " I'm giving you two seconds to turn tail and run like the coward you are. Attacking a kit because you know that you could never take down a warrior in your pitiful state. leave." he snapped, his words dripping with hatred, his eyes never wavered as he stared the brown tom down, keeping himself ready incase Lobsterbreath decided to try his luck.

“Well...killing a Riverclanner wont work the only Shadowclanner here is you. Outcast." He growled softly applying a bit more pressure. He heard Fallenstream from behind and turned around,” ‘Lil Fallenstream...I do believe your orders don’t affect me anymore now that you banished me. And if I were a clan leader without my nine lives, I wouldn’t attack a cat, after all...” he purred,” I took a life from Snowstar...think how easily I could take your life and leave Riverclan without a leader or deputy. Now, you wouldn’t want to leave Riverclan without an authority figure better than that kit of a medicine cat, Juniperpaw.” He scowled. I never killed you because I respect you. I could never take your life. A kit’s life is easy, and symbolic.

Hope flickered in Plumkit's belly as her leader barraged Lobsterbreath with attacks meant to severely injure. Plumkit's breath hitched as the claws were yanked away. Ouch. It did hurt, but at least she was free. Plumkit tried to move, but pain made her stay put. Plumkit's blue eyes flicked to her wounds. There were eight spots with deep punctures. The claws had not scratched her, but pierced her. A slow death, it could have been, and probably will be, but at least Fallenstream was here. Fallenstream.. he'll be Fallenstar soon, won't he? Plumkit looked blearily up at Lobsterbreath. The fire in his eyes was astonishing. He was determined to kill her. But why? He's going to be exiled! Plumkit focused ahead of her. The river was flowing slowly. A small fish surfaced with a leap, but quickly fell back in. Plumkit frowned, and looked past that. In the distance were pine trees. That was where her family lived. What were they thinking now? Were they happy? Were they sad? Was everything good? I'm a little tired.. maybe I'll dream about them, she thought to herself. All of her senses faded as she focused on one thing: sleep. Plumkit slowly shut her eyes, and smiled softly. More than anything, she wanted to see her family and sleep. Something nagged at the back of her mind. Don't sleep yet, it said. Stay awake for a moment longer. Plumkit didn't want to listen, but something made her open her eyes again. The pain returned, the tension returned, and the world around her refocused. "Fine," she mumbled to herself, almost inaudibly. "I'll stay awake."

Lobsterbreathe, facing Fallenstream realized the kit was there and swatted his tail at little Plumkit she's almost dead truthfully...why bother?