RiverClan Skyridge

[Piketooth]

Piketooth had stood there, a stern look on his face, no doubt his loyalty to Riverclan was strong, but to straight up murder Thunderclan on any sight? Surely he had heard it wrong, surely this was a mistake. He knew that Riverclans Leader wouldn't be this murderous, have such a thirst for blood?

Sadly, he knew there would be no talking Krestrelstar down, if any other warrior would glance at Piketioth they could see some confliction on his face. Instead Piketooth walked to the edge of the camp walls to the entrance and stand guard, watching the outside of camp with an intense gaze

[Kunaisoul]

“Not petuniaflame!” She hissed, defiance in her voice.. she looked up at kestrelstar.

[Ziera]

// @Sky13 | @Shade.

Stormtalon watched Quietclaw sign his death warrant with lines showcasing not only his idiocy, but a severe lack of creativity. Jerkstar? Really? Is that what he wanted to go out on? Brainless. Idiots. Everywhere. Could no one read a room? Yes, let's insult the clan leader who happens to have the power to exile (and right now, worse) during a very obvious mental breakdown. Brilliant idea.

He..should have felt something when Kestrelstar went in for the kill. Maybe he'd feel it later, like a bruise on his conscience that would throb after everything was over. Brightpaw would've yelled for their leader to stop; he could already imagine those big blue eyes boring into his pelt, begging him to do something and intervene, but Stormtalon didn't move a claw when it happened. He only stared ahead. Adamant in his decision which he believed would stave off further violence.

And really...if this cat was murdered, it was by the paw of his own impudence; Quietclaw let his tongue wag until Kestrelstar silenced it for good and that was a choice - not Storm's responsibility. Wasn't it?

Quiet died quick while the pungent scent of his blood permeated the air. Storm's features remained cold as stone. The numbness he used as a way to operate under pressure kept him safe from the impact of what he observed, and when the leader gave him an order, he nodded.

As Kestrelstar stalked off to nurse his fraying mind, Stormtalon approached Lotusheart and Blackrunner, dressed in a dangerous calm. The charcoal tabby flicked his tail once. "Don't make this harder than it has to be," he mewed, voice firm. Kits and apprentices and the whole damn clan watched them now. He hoped that at least these two would see sense and just leave. "I'll escort you to the border."

[Shade.]

She knew she had done the right thing. She did not want to be here. To harm cats. But she still wanted to stop the war. Lotusheart turned and started leaving. No one would miss her, nobody liked her. It didn't matter. Lotusheart will be a hero, whether they like it or not. Even if it involved working for the other side...
@Ziera

[wolfie]

@FrostCat
The blind tom did not say another word to Frostpaw. The dread was becoming more buzzing, more active and swarming around in his thoughts. It overwhelmed Kestrelstar's voice. The way something was so off that Wormbite did not need his eyes to see his leader in such a disturbed state. He focused on the buzz with the way it made him feel as if he wasn't truly existing in that the moment.

Maybe he would throw a glance around the crowd at the mention of possible disloyalty. Picturing his clanmates as traitors made him sick to his stomach. He could handle the chaos that surrounded Riverclan. He thrived in it. Wormbite dipped his head, focusing his gaze to the ground. The buzzing was becoming overwhelming.

His head snapped up at the second announcement. A stoic face faltered.

Petiunaflame. A familiar name, a familiar presence. Gone. It didn't ache the way Wormbite had found about Fawnstream and Lionstorm. He admired them. It was a sad sorrow. This time it burned him to his core. There was familiar admire at her sacrifice and then the complete need to avenge. He was beginning to uproot the grass.

 

He could easily imagine how his claws would sink into the mices' flesh. The sound of their screams.

The thought made Wormbite glance around, shuddering. He didn't agree with it. He wasn't a damn brute.
There was no surprise at the uproars of the kill order. Wormbite had to remind himself that he would do anything for Riverclan. The warrior had no issue with dirtying his paws if it meant Riverclan could thrive. Yeah. A small part of him understood how truly terrifying it was that he did not have much.. limits to what he would do. Right?

Lotusheart, Quickclaw, and Blackrunner became dead to him. Quickclaw became dead. In mean that time Wormbite had stood up. Maybe he was purposely standing and blocking the view from Frostpaw as he turned to her. She didn't need to know that. "Get some rest. We'll be sparring tomorrow, " Wormbite meowed, ears swiveling to the sounds of Kestrelstar's orders.

He retreated to the warrior's den. Tired wore heavy on his bones and he did not wish to dwell on this meeting. Wormbite couldn't afford to. Maybe he would pause and see if he could smell someone familiar that would be able to make things quiet. She did not appear.

And if his thoughts swallowed him whole that night no one needed to know.

[starry]

[ @Ziera ]

Mistypaw flinched as she watched Quietclaw being killed. Why? Why was Kestrelstar doing this? But she wasn't going to say something against it. She knew he was stressed and everything.

Being stressed enough to kill clanmates must be horrible. Mistypaw sighed. She wanted to get away, but she wasn't sure if she was supposed, or even allowed to. Then, she heard her mentor.

Did he just give her permission to go away, into the apprentices den? She smiled with slight relief, but it wasn't one of those happy smiles. Misty knew that a cat had just died, and she wasn't going to make the better out of it. It was a pretty dire situation.

She looked at Storm. "Okay. I'll leave." Mistypaw meowed, forcing out a formal smile. Then, she padded away into the apprentices den as quickly as she could. Away from all of this trauma, away from all of this death. She now had so many questions, but now wasn't the time to ask them.

[shaae_26]

Originally Posted by Willowfern

Alderfoot
_______

Yup, she’d done it now.
If she didn’t leave, she would be killed, if she ever wanted to return she would be killed.
Well, it was time for Alderfoot to do what she knew best, taking a deep breath, she prepared to unleash her middle-aged fury...
“I will go,” She said, anger boiling, “But know this, Kestrelstar, even if you decide to let me return, I won’t. I will never forget what you have done, and what you are soon to do.
This path you are taking is far from what StarClan has set for you, I once respected you, but now I see how horrible you can be...
I hope you return to the proper path, Kestrelstar, because if you do not...”
Her eyes clouded with worry,
“A lot of innocent cats will die, and it will be all your fault.”
And with that, she swept her tail, lifted her chin, and with all her dignity, she stalked out of the home she’d known her whole life.
Forever.

Originally Posted by Ziera

// @Sky13 | @Shade.

Stormtalon watched Quietclaw sign his death warrant with lines showcasing not only his idiocy, but a severe lack of creativity. Jerkstar? Really? Is that what he wanted to go out on? Brainless. Idiots. Everywhere. Could no one read a room? Yes, let's insult the clan leader who happens to have the power to exile (and right now, worse) during a very obvious mental breakdown. Brilliant idea.

He..should have felt something when Kestrelstar went in for the kill. Maybe he'd feel it later, like a bruise on his conscience that would throb after everything was over. Brightpaw would've yelled for their leader to stop; he could already imagine those big blue eyes boring into his pelt, begging him to do something and intervene, but Stormtalon didn't move a claw when it happened. He only stared ahead. Adamant in his decision which he believed would stave off further violence.

And really...if this cat was murdered, it was by the paw of his own impudence; Quietclaw let his tongue wag until Kestrelstar silenced it for good and that was a choice - not Storm's responsibility. Wasn't it?

Quiet died quick while the pungent scent of his blood permeated the air. Storm's features remained cold as stone. The numbness he used as a way to operate under pressure kept him safe from the impact of what he observed, and when the leader gave him an order, he nodded.

As Kestrelstar stalked off to nurse his fraying mind, Stormtalon approached Lotusheart and Blackrunner, dressed in a dangerous calm. The charcoal tabby flicked his tail once. "Don't make this harder than it has to be," he mewed, voice firm. Kits and apprentices and the whole damn clan watched them now. He hoped that at least these two would see sense and just leave. "I'll escort you to the border."

Originally Posted by Shade.

She knew she had done the right thing. She did not want to be here. To harm cats. But she still wanted to stop the war. Lotusheart turned and started leaving. No one would miss her, nobody liked her. It didn't matter. Lotusheart will be a hero, whether they like it or not. Even if it involved working for the other side...
@Ziera

"Alderfoot, are you coming with me?" Blackrunner mewed, trying to sound defiant and strong despite the blackness that threatened to engulf him.

[Ziera]

// @Sky13 | Stormtalon

"Possibly, if you catch up to her," Stormtalon said, tone several degrees lower than a river in leaf bare. Perhaps Quietclaw's death had been too distracting for him to see that she padded off already. Well. Now it would become apparent to Blackrunner that he was alone, the last one standing (for now) as Lotusheart just accepted her fate.

Moving in a confident stride, Stormtalon trailed Lotusheart toward the camp entrance. "Out, Blackrunner."

He would not say it again.

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// @implimm | Ottersplash

No. This could NOT be happening again. Just like the last one. Ottersplash looked on slack-jawed with rounded eyes as everything he was afraid of -- all the tension in the air that had him escaping into RiverClan territory daily, just to avoid suffocation -- built to this startling crescendo.

First it was the ache in his heart at the news about Petuniaflame, then panic settled in: Kestrelstar lost it. Otter could hardly believe what he was seeing. Since when did Lotusheart, or Blackrunner, or Alderfoot become cats who fit a traitor's description? Stars. Exiled....one after another.

What could he do about it? Nothing, nothing.

It was all he could manage to snap his head away in time to avoid seeing Kestrelstar's killing blow, although an image of it played on the screen of his mind. Projecting his fears and worse.

He wanted it all to stop.

Then it happened. A silvery flash in his vision had honey-eyes chasing after it. Otter's emotions stalled, because was that...? Plumstorm. It was a...kinda ridiculous thing if Ottersplash thought too hard about it (so good thing he didn't), but he felt an instinctive pull towards her. The ginger tom was moving before he realized his paws started working again - the reflex of a trembling soul searching for closeness.

"Plumstorm....are you okay?"

[plum]

Her powdery blue eyes follow the exiled, but stop on the grisly scene that they had no choice but to watch, those sad few who remained in the clearing. The silver molly stares at the body that once held Quietclaw within it.
His blood pooled in the sand, the debris littering the ground, everything.

Plumstorm swallows hard.

There was something hot and uncomfortable sitting in her belly.

She couldn't concern herself with the fallen warrior or the reason he fell. She couldn't, and wouldn't, because if she looked at Quietclaw again, the bile in her stomach would push its way up her throat.

A voice pulls her out of the tunnel closing in around her, and as the world opens back up again just like that, she sees the tom she had been looking for. Relief swiftly replaces dread, and she hurriedly finishes her pace across Streamstones to greet Ottersplash whiskers away as opposed to foxlengths.

"What kind of question is that," she mews abashedly.

Looking him over, she could see that he was just as shaken. He needed something to pull him out of here, away from this. It would be her, or at least the line would be cast for him to take if he wanted. She wasn't sure where his other friends were, or if he even really wanted to be seen like this. It'd be too exhausting to put up a front so soon.

"Do you want to go on a walk?" Plumstorm proposes slowly, studying Ottersplash's features. After a heartbeat, she flicks her tail towards Saltpaw, who was hopefully where she'd left him. "I want to take him out, too. He's... Been hard to convince when it came to ThunderClan. The both of you need some air."

The silver mau's words were soft. Gentle. She really wanted him to say yes. She needed the space, too. And in hoping so hard, her chest almost ached.
[ @Ziera, @Panda1440 ]

[AppleCat4]

Kill them on sight? Jaynose’s jaw dropped when she heard her leader speak those words. But… but that’s against the code!
She leapt to her feet, wanting to yowl out a protest. She didn’t, but she was certain that dismay was evident on her face. Kestrelstar has gone mad, she thought.