RiverClan Skyridge

[Piketooth]

Piketooth had stared at the cats that left the camp as they walked by, feeling sorry for them as they walked past him at the cave entrance. Part of him wanted to leave, to go with them. To leave his crazy leader and his lust for blood, but for some reason he stayed put, wondering if he needed a push in the right direction.
@implimm

[Willowfern]

Hawthornmist
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No!
Hawthornmist lurched back, fear, surprise, and confusion rushing through him, his eyes widened as Quietclaw’s body dropped to the ground, he gasped.
What was that Kestrelstar had said, anyone working with ThunderClan in any way would meet the same fate as Quietclaw?!
Blood roared in Hawthornmist’s ears,
He was half ThunderClan!
What would happen when Kestrelstar remembered that...
Would he be killed too?

[shaae_26]

Originally Posted by 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?"

Blackrunner shouldered the other tom aside. "I can escort myself out." He growled, and padded calmly out of the camp. Once he reached Riverclan territory, he broke into a spirt, searching for Alderfoot. ( @Willowfern )

[gs29513]

@windtail @~Storm~ @FrostCat
Glad that a few cats at least had made their way over, Splashleap let out a quick purr. Of course you can come! she mewed, reassuring Palebrook her presence was welcome. After all, this was really an excuse to get a few cats out of camp. Specifically the apprentices, who might need something to take their minds off of what was happening, all the fighting within the clan. Which, from the looks of it, was about to get worse. Insulting Kestrelstar at this time really wasn't wise, and yet Quietclaw was doing so anyway?

Splashleap couldn't help but shudder as Kestrelstar leapt forward, pinning the warrior to the ground. It was fairly evident to her what was coming, and she looked away, flinching slightly as the leaders voice, harsh and angry, rang out once more. So Quietclaw was dead, and Lotusheart and Blackfoot were exiled. Yep, definitely time to get out. Fleeing into the territory wasn't the most....noble of things to do now, but it was the one least likely to end with her angering someone. Which she really did NOT want to deal with right now. Nope, bye! Kestrelstar, you made this problem, she was NOT going to fix it. Maybe she could try and pick up later, but not now. Come on, lets go. she mewed, trotting out of camp as quickly as possible. The sooner they were going the better.

[Raven~]

Originally Posted by x ghostie

@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.

Frostpaw didn’t know who Wormbite was trying to fool. She could see Kestrelstar killing Quietclaw. Which made sense. What if she was a spy? You could never be too careful.

She frowned when Wormbite refused to train her today. Ugh. She needed to learn how to fight so she could kill some ThunderClan cats, just like Kestrelstar! Tomorrow had better come quick.

[Raven~]

Palebrook’s eyes widened as Queitclaw’s body hit the ground, and it was hard not to screech. What was Kestrelstar doing? This was insane! She hurried after Splashleap, her belly churning. Queitclaw had been half ThunderClan, but she still did not deserve to die. It was wrong! Palebrook murmured to Splashleap, “Can’t you do anything? This is madness!”
@gs29513 @~Storm~ @windtail

[windtail]

crowpaw stared at queitclaws body what was happening he thought and look quickly at splashleap and palebrook to see if they were leaving to go train yet
@FrostCat @~Storm~ @gs29513

[littlelove]

Morningpaw swallowed a scream as her blue eyes bored into the corpse of Quietclaw. It felt like everything in her world had collapsed in a second, and Quietclaw's corpse was much more than the body of a warrior; It was the sign of changing tides dyed crimson and the bodies of so many more to follow.

She squeezed her eyes shut as she turned away. Her thoughts churned like the paws of a monster, with a single, constant thought; I wish this wasn't real.

Standing up, Morningpaw realized she had no more reason to stay in the clearing, unless she wanted to stare at the fallen body of her clanmate again. She decided to hole herself up in the apprentices' den. No isolation would stop the dread from pulling her downwards, though.

[Pand1440]

What- wow. he really did it. the ca- the poor cat that was once alive, once full of breath. was dead,, in a pool of blood. The tom quickly looked away. He had made a mistake. Saltpaw knew now he shouldn't have joined RC,, this was - it's t- too unbearably mu- much. Away from wars, need to fight. should i ,, should I run away? He still had no idea how to get to the edge of RC territory. Or at least,,.. didn't remember.

Looking up to where the silver molly and Ottersplash where standing, he stood up from the sitting position. pawing closer, he heard his mentor latest sentence. Making the conclusion that they where going somewhere, he nodded a little. The worried look on the tom's face was still set in stone though. Oh. maybe. Maybe this walk would be good. i still can't say anything that would m- make them think,, I can't be exiled. my- my friends are here. [ @implimm @/Ziera]

[carmen]

Bristletail felt the tear widening. She could see it stretching through the clearing, ripping towards her, threatening to send everything she loved into its eternal abyss. Her clan, her clanmates, her leader. She could see it in his eyes, Kestralstar was losing it. In his first two moons as leader, he had lost four clanmates. It was understandable at least. Inheriting a clan from a leader who never got blessed by starclan, losing half the clan. Riverclan was a mess. And there was nothing she could do to help it.

He didn't trust them? He didn't trust those who left and returned. She would never help Thunderclan, though she couldn't speak for Dusksong. Riverclan came first. Riverclan always came first. Fight to kill? Fight to kill? That was bad. Really bad. She wouldn''t do it, but she knew others who might. Why was this happening. War was coming to the clans. The tensions between Shadowclan and Windclan weren't to be ignored. If it came to two on two, there was no telling what the result would be.