The timid little apprentice gasped as she saw Heatherain kill Beeflight. Her vision clouded and she started breathing shakily. Her legs wobbled and struggled to support the body. She flattened her ears and backed away. No..this couldn’t happen. She shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut. She could smell the stench of blood.
She never wanted this to happen. Now Beeflight was dead. She wished Heatherain was not even born at all. This wouldn’t have happened! She grinned her teeth. Why Beeflight?
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Being held down, she screamed. “SHES ALIVE? KILL HER KILL HER KILL HER!” She thrashed around but no luck of escape to finish off her sister. She let out a scream of frustration, “SHE WAS ONLY MY SLAVE THAT NEVER DID AS TOLD! SHES A TRAITOR!” HeatherRain screams, clawing at the ground.
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Though in bad condition, she rasped out a couple words… “I refuse to take part in what you do. I hope your death is as brutal as what your victims most likely had to go through…” she took a deep breath… “Burn. In. Hell.” And her head dropped. BeeFlight needed herbs now.
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"HA!" wildpaw could only laugh! the stupidity of heatherrain amused her, as she was clearly insane. how anyone could be 100% anything perplexed her.. but heatherrain was a musty and crusty shadowclan reject so wildpaw wasn't too surprised. her reasoning on sand sounded amazing, culling the weak and bolstering the strong but in practice heatherrain had absolutely and utterly failed. but then again, trusting the judgement of a cat who laughed at the deaths of cats they killed would only be the behavior of someone else who was insane. looking at ebonysky's lifeless body was a first for wildpaw, but she felt nothing towards the cat. if it was someone like magpiepaw she would've probably had more feelings about it but considering it was a rando warrior she couldn't care less. then, just to add to the situation heatherrain slashed another cats throat! how the plot thickened.. although at this point wildpaw was already done with it and was ready to move on to the next thing. the whole murderer shtick was not at all a trend. how dawnbestie was not invested in the story of this seemed crazy to wildpaw buut she understood it to an extent. "heatherrain, you're a goddamn psychopath. maybe if you just had kept up with a morning routine you would've kept your sanity.. well, its too late for that." wildpaw tilted her head as cats started to surround beeflight as well as heatherrain lashing out again, wildpaw however kept her distance. she was not keen on being near a murderer. wildpaw just needed dawnbestie to kill the cat already so she could get back to thrifting, her things from kithood were starting to break and she needed replacements.
Poisonpaw's ears went down when Dawnstar said that Heatherrain was going to be killed. They tried to get to their mentor but someone else was faster. "No! Heatherrain could have done great things for this Clan! Maybe the cats she and Ebonysky killed were going to do bad things for ShadowClan! Stop!" The black apprentice hissed, slowly walking toward the cats, claws unsheathed, eyes tiny slits, fur starting to stand up on their back and tail. "Leave her alone!" Poisonpaw was ready to fight.
Froststorm was on the other side of the clearing when he heard a gurgled call, then a cry from a kit. Leaving his defrosted paw-prints in the ground, the grey-and-brown warrior hurried around to see what was happening. Ebonysky had eaten death berries and now lay dead in front of the clan.He watched as Elmshadow cleared a way, then Dawnstar herself came down from the Shadowleadge to drag the body away.
He gave his leader a wide berth, but followed her with his dark blue eyes. Froststorm stared at Ebonysky's lifeless form. She had been weak. Any true warrior would have taken their punishment. Wait, scratch that, any true warrior wouldn't kill their Clan-mates. The worst Dawnstar would have done to her was kill her, he didn't think his leader would result to torture.
As for Heatherrain, Dawnstar's words redirected his eyes to the other traitor, the one he assumed was the mastermind behind the murders. He listened as she blathered on about how she did it all, then before he could raise a paw, rounded on another of her clan-mates and killed her.
Froststorm paced forward to check on Beeflight. Mossleap was tackling Heatherrain, and Shadowfur had beaten him to Beeflights side, and was calling out for Elmshadow's aid. Heatherrain was thrashing around in hysterics at not managing to kill her sister.
Froststorm pounced forward to help Mossleap keep her down until Dawnstar decded what to do.
Moonkit (she/her) Black calico with half face ginger and amber eyes
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Moonkit shrank beneath her black and orange pelt. This wasn't what she'd been expecting when she'd joined the meeting. I'm old enough to lurk into the shadows. It's not my fault if my name is still a kit's. That's what she had thought defiantly, joining the group of noisy cats under the Shadowledge.
A... killer?"What's happening..." It came out as a quivering whisper.
She saw the look on Ebonysky's face, her body trembling with poison in its blood. And the crazy eyes of Heatherrain, the the terrible confession, everything mingled into the chaos of voices, laughs, caterwauls.
Dawnstar's huge shape loomed over the prisoner. Moonkit's eyes widened.
Something terrible was happening.
Moonkit (she/her) Black calico with half face ginger and amber eyes
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Moonkit shrank beneath her black and orange pelt. This wasn't what she'd been expecting when she'd joined the meeting. I'm old enough to lurk into the shadows. It's not my fault if my name is still a kit's. That's what she had thought defiantly, joining the group of noisy cats under the Shadowledge.
A... killer?"What's happening..." It came out as a quivering whisper.
She saw the look on Ebonysky's face, her body trembling with poison in its blood. And the crazy eyes of Heatherrain, the the terrible confession, everything mingled into the chaos of voices, laughs, caterwauls.
Dawnstar's huge shape loomed over the prisoner. Moonkit's eyes widened.
Something terrible was happening.
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Cobwebpaw Called out to the Kit from Beside the Nursery's wall "Moonkit... Are you Alright Young One? this is a terrible thing... why don't you come join me over here away from it all? bloody mess it all is..." he sighed,
A cacophony of screeches and yowling forcing verdant green eyes open in the comforting shadows of the nursery, Mousekit's rounded ears perked up in surprise, sleepily raising his head with an annoyed little frown marring his features. The one moon old kit had never heard such a racket in his young life, and he instinctively swiveled his head to look at his mother for direction, only to realize she was not there. Panic rising as he realized Sunsetthorn could not give any guidance, he turned towards his brother. Hazelkit always knew what to do! Except... Hazelkit wasn't here either.
Wait... Hazelkit wasn't here either?! Where were Sunsetthorn and Hazelkit? And why was there so much noise on the outside? Fear making the gray bundle of fur shake as he quickly got up, he paced up and down the nest a few times as if to make sure his mother and littermate weren't hiding beneath the moss. Certain they were nowhere around, Mousekit turned fearful eyes at the nursery's entrance. Could... could that racket have anything to do with them? Was something happening to them?!
Unable to control himself any longer, Mousekit bolted to the nursery entrance, tears beginning to make his eyes sting. "Mum! Hazely! Where are you? Where are you?" he cried out in a panic as he ran.
Reaching the den's entrance, Mousekit had to skid his paws to a halt, almost bumping into Hazelkit as his littermate entered the den. Relief instantly washed over Mousekit until he realized... something wasn't quite right. There was an odd scent on Hazelkit's fur, and it was smeared in... red? But that made no sense. Hazelkit wasn't messy like him. Hazelkit had nice, brown fur, not stinky gray like Elmshadow. He had no reason to hide his fur colors. And that wasn't all... there was an odd look on his kin's eye. Like something bad had happened. Not Stinkykit-woke-me-up-while-I-was-sleeping bad. Bad bad.
Rushing over to his brother's side, Mousekit nuzzled the tom and gave him a comforting lick as he mewed, "Hazely. Hazely. Are you alright? What happened? Why were there so many loudies? Did someone hurt you? I'll go give them a loudy if they did!" The gray kit's hackles raised slightly at the declaration, his readiness to defend his brother against any stinky hurter that had hurt him blinding him from the ruckus going on just outside the nursery's walls.
Darkpaw had joined the meeting a bit late, but what awaited him was pure and total chaos. The death of a cat he was not too familiar with, Dawnstar threatening to kill another cat, news of a murder, and an attempted murder. Disgusting. This was all disgusting. The large tom hated unnecessary violence, though being a member of ShadowClan meant that you had to get used to it. But this? This was just silly. From his corner of the meeting, he sneered at the cats involved in the chaos. What kind of sicko kills their clanmates? The cats that are supposed to have your back? The ones that are supposed to support you? The ones that you sleep with every single night? Where was the foundation of trust that they were supposed to have? Had it just been cast aside with no regard to the rules? The warrior code?
Truth be told, Darkpaw was angry. He was angry that someone would dare take the lives of their clanmates for granted. To kill someone they had spent their life with. To snuff their own out to avoid punishment. To attempt to kill one’s sister, and in that same boat to treat their sister as if she didn't matter. His blue eyes narrowed to slits and his fur bristled with anger. You could even see him visibly shaking from trying to contain himself. The revulsion he felt towards Ebonysky, and Heatherrain threatening to choke him. He had lost half of his family, mother, and sister as well as his mentor, and this cat would go as far as to kill her own sister? Her own flesh and blood? To treat her as nothing more than a pawn to be discarded. He hated her. He hated Heatherrain with all his being at this very moment and he believed she deserved whatever punishment she was sentenced to. Sheathing and unsheathing his claws into the ground, the black tabby tried to get his rage under control. He wanted nothing more than to see this filthy traitor discarded in the same manner she had attempted to do her sister and likely had done Smallleap as well. Hell if it came to it, he'd carry it out himself. In his eyes, these types of cats were amongst the worst of the worst and deserved nothing short of death.
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The timid little apprentice gasped as she saw Heatherain kill Beeflight. Her vision clouded and she started breathing shakily. Her legs wobbled and struggled to support the body. She flattened her ears and backed away. No..this couldn’t happen. She shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut. She could smell the stench of blood.
She never wanted this to happen. Now Beeflight was dead. She wished Heatherain was not even born at all. This wouldn’t have happened! She grinned her teeth. Why Beeflight?
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Blackhawk felt something touch him at the paws, he looked down and saw an apprentice trying to back away, he was about to groan when he noticed the traumatized look on her face, he sighed and put a reassuring paw on the apprentice's shoulder, he said with a reassuring tone, or what could be one to him "Don't worry, your clanmate isn't dead, however, his voice slipped quickly, turning into a dark and somewhat ominous, he will die if noone give him herbs right now..." suddenly his face took an expression of intense doubt, he was doing it very bad and instead maked it even worst! He stammered "S-sorry, I-I don't wanted to worrie you even more, I am a new warrior here... And.... My outsider life didn't make me get used to this... I mean... to be kind, the outsiders never do this to each other..."
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