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murder thread It had taken him so long to find her. He spent his entire time in Swiftclan during the exchange trying to find any trace of her, to no avail. He had just about given up when he accepted his warrior name, and had fully planned on trying to forgive and forget, until he decided to go hunting late at night on his own, and actually ran into her. Perhaps it was fate at work, the irony of having stopped searching being the reason why he found her in the first place. Still, the moment he laid his eyes upon her, moons of rage had caught up with him, and he was blinded by hatred. He couldn't remember the events after seeing her, but the outcome remained the same. There was no place for regret now, no time for this fear and dread that was creeping up in his gut.
With the moon high in the sky, the rustle of the trees and the chirping of the crickets creating the illusion of peace, Firenettle stood over the body of what once was Fabledpaw: a fellow clanmate and someone whom he had once called a friend, however long ago. The gross scar on his face almost felt like it was burning all over again, though he didn't notice the tears that rolled down it. What had he done? Yes, this cat had ruined his life as a kit, but he hadn't wanted to kill her. She had vanished for moons after they became apprentices, and he had tried tracking her, but why? Was this what he had wanted to do all along? What would happen to him once her siblings found out what he had done?
working nights gives me a messed up sleep schedule- // Nightclan Deputy
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Post by hals on Aug 31, 2020 2:19:49 GMT -5
The older warrior had been out on a hunt on his own. His children had been suffocating him and he needed an escape, so he left camp. Roaringthunder heard the sounds of what could only be tearing of flesh and without hesitation, he sprang into action as he raced toward the sound. The worst went through his mind, a clanmate in trouble. A border skirmish. But he could not imagine the scene he came upon when he burst through the trees. The younger warrior stood over the body of a she-cat and blood dripped from his claws as tears rolled down his face. Roaringthunder froze, not believing it even as he saw it with his own two eyes.
"What have you done?" His voice was low and filled with disbelief that a clanmate could commit this horrible act. The orange tabby carefully apprached, unsheathing his own claws in case the young warrior decided to turn against him next.
It seemed that fate had spoken, and Firenettle had lost his opportunity to run. Perhaps he should have been shocked at the sudden appearance of Roaringthunder, but it seemed that emotions were failing him in this moment, as he brought his empty green gaze to the older warrior. What had he done? He had finally gotten his justice, the revenge that he had so desired. He hadn't wanted to kill Fabledpaw, sure, but now that the act was done, and it was starting to settle in his mind, it felt... right. A justified murder, perhaps, in his mind. But how could he get others to believe it? Everyone would just look at him like how Roaringthunder was right now, like he had lost his mind. He hadn't lost his mind, no, in fact things seemed to be clearer.
So what had he done? What would be an acceptable answer here, to avoid having his own life ripped away? "I don't know," he decided on. It was the truth, for the most part. He had no recollection of the events, he wasn't even really sure if he was the one who had killed her. But, the evidence was there, and it was hard not to believe it. Still, as he stared at Roaringthunder, the occasional tear dripping down his face, he found he wanted to believe it.
working nights gives me a messed up sleep schedule- // Nightclan Deputy
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Post by hals on Aug 31, 2020 2:43:03 GMT -5
Roaringthunder narrowed his eyes at the warrior, flicking his eyes down to the lifeless body and back up at the tom. "You don't know?" The judgement and disgust was evident in his tone as he stepped toward Firenettle. "You are coming back with me to camp. Maybe Hystericstar can decide whether I don't know is an appropriate answer to this situation." He responded, his voice deep and low showing no room for arguments from the younger tom. Roaringthunder will make sure justice is delivered quickly.
Well, it seemed the truth wasn't the right option here. Would it have worked out better if he had said something along the lines of 'I got revenge'? Something in Firenettle told him that would just make it worse. The option to run was technically still there, although whether or not he could escape alive was a different story. He had only just finished his training just a few days ago, or so it seemed. He would not be able to take on a more experienced warrior such as Roaringthunder, and that would create more stories that he would have to explain. It didn't seem to be worth it.
Was there any point in trying to explain any further to Roaringthunder? Probably not, if the tone he was using was anything to go by. Even so, Firenettle found himself saying, "I don't know, because I don't remember." Another mistake, more than likely, so he added, "I'll go along with you back to camp, no argument here." It seemed to be his best option. Although, then he would have to face Fabledpaw's siblings, and that was perhaps the scariest and most life threatening part of all of this. The siblings seemed to be close, and would probably tear what's left of Firenettle's face off once they learned of their sister's demise.
working nights gives me a messed up sleep schedule- // Nightclan Deputy
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Post by hals on Aug 31, 2020 3:14:43 GMT -5
Roaringthunder scoffed at his response, not buying into the belief that Firenettle conveniently forgot the whole ordeal. The orange warrior stepped to the side and motioned for the younger to start walking. There was no way Roaringthunder would turn his back on the killer. “Go. I’ll follow behind. And do not try to run because it will not end well.” He replied. His amber eyes were cold and calculating, never losing sight of Firenettle.
"Oh, trust me, I would love to have remembered," was perhaps the worst thing that Firenettle could have quietly muttered to himself as he passed by the warrior to make his way back to camp, but it almost surprised him to find that he meant the words. As if in response, the burn on his face gave that phantom pain that he was started to know all too well, but he threw a slight grin over his shoulder to Roaringthunder anyway. "Yeah, yeah, I'm well aware that I stand no chance here."
Yes, antagonizing the one escorting him back to camp was a very, very bad idea, but it was as if Firenettle had lost any control over his words that he had previously held. Sure, he had always been careless with his words before, always desiring to be the center of attention, but this seemed to be on a different level. The spite in his voice was gone, replaced with something more disturbing. If he could view himself from an outsider's point of view, it would probably scare him. But for the moment, he embraced this new feeling in him. The ghosts of his past were finally dealt with, the demons terrorizing his mind were gone. It was freeing, in a way.
working nights gives me a messed up sleep schedule- // Nightclan Deputy
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Post by hals on Aug 31, 2020 3:48:12 GMT -5
Roaringthunder flexed his claws as Firenettle passed him, curling his lips at the words that came from the younger tom. “Pity you seemed to have forgotten everything.” He sneered, walking behind him. “Keep talking and I’ll show you how much of a chance you will stand.” Roaringthunder growled. Everything the tom said and did set him on edge. His tone and body language where sinister and gleeful. No remorse came from the young tom for his actions and it angered and disgusted the experienced warrior. What kind of cat held pleasure in draining the life from another. Roaringthunder fought to keep his claws to himself as the approached the camp entrance and pushed their way inside. He could not wait to see the punishment that would be handed down to this individual.
Post by Flurryofstars on Aug 31, 2020 4:29:31 GMT -5
Shieldheart had been assembling a couple of warriors to go on a border patrol with him when he noticed the two cats step into camp. Roaringthunder, a well-respected warrior, led the way inside followed by Firenettle. The angry demeanor of the ginger tom wasn't uncommon enough to be a red flag, but soon the scent of blood reached the deputy's nose. The scent of death! Fur bristling in alarm, he ran over to them, already expecting the worst. A cat must have died out there, but he needed to know who, why, and how. "What happened?" he asked the older warrior with a scowl to hide the worry he was feeling.
working nights gives me a messed up sleep schedule- // Nightclan Deputy
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Post by hals on Sept 3, 2020 0:31:25 GMT -5
Roaringthunder cast a disgusted glance at the young warrior beside him and turned to face the deputy as he approached. The ginger tom gave him a nod of respect before starting his explanation. "I was out hunting and I found this treacherous creature standing over the body of a fallen she-cat. Fresh blood coated his paws and when I questioned him he claimed to have forgotten what happened. Convenient, might I added." replied the senior. His voice was laced with contempt and malice for Firenettle. "I have brought him back to camp to face judgement from Hystericstar. Exile would be my choice of punishment, if I were him."
Post by Flurryofstars on Sept 4, 2020 1:22:47 GMT -5
The deputy couldn't help but grin as the older warrior gave him a nod of respect. Overcoming the sudden feeling of elation, he schooled his expression to match the severity of the situation. And oh, how severe the situation was. As the explanation began to pour from Roaringthunder's mouth, Shieldheart turned to Firenettle with a look of shock, confusion, and then anger. Though the story was vague, he understood the young warrior was being accused of murder, and that was never taken lightly. Before he could say or do something he might regret, he turned back to Roaringthunder, "We'll see what Hystericstar's choice is. I'll go find him."
Quickly, he went off towards the leader's den, where he assumed Hystericstar might be. Soon approaching the hollow, Shieldheart only hoped he wouldn't be walking in on one of the hairless tom's experiments. "Hystericstar?" he called as he stepped inside the den. "Something's happened!" Anger resonated in his voice, and he hoped that would be enough to alert him of how important the matter was.
Firenettle had nearly laughed when Roaringthunder threatened him, but the thread of sanity that held him together forced it to die in his throat as the deputy approached. So, instead, a smug grin was placed on his face as he listened to the older warrior recount his side of the story. Of course, it wasn't as if Firenettle would be able to tell his side of anything, even if he got the chance to. No one would care about the events leading up to the point that escaped his memory, only the parts that he couldn't remember and everything afterwards. Oh, if only he could remember it, he would love to recount to everyone exactly how he had killed her. Would they think he was a hero then, for killing a demon?
Perhaps for the first time, Hystericstar wasn't in the middle of an experiment when someone interrupted him. No, this time he was just preparing to start a new one, his latest failure sitting forgotten in a crevice of his den. He had just placed down the last of the herbs he had gathered on his own when he heard his deputy's voice. As much as he would have loved to ignore him and continue, the tone of voice told Hystericstar that this definitely wasn't a thing he could just sweep into a hole in his den. Standing up, he spun around on Shieldheart, not wasting the time to pause and talk. Instead, he asked "What?" as he made his way to exit his den, the annoyance clear in his voice, although it wasn't directed at the deputy. No, whatever it was that had made Shieldheart this angry was the problem.
