Murder in the Woods: A Warrior Cat Mafia

Round 12, Part 2

Leap and Roll, understandably, were voted to be innocent. The two young cats didn't have the disposition to be murderers, and Roll was barely past kithood. There was no way they would betray them, was the general consensus among the Clan, though some cats still gave them distrustful glares.

The cats all dispersed in different directions. Float in particular pulled her sister aside, already beginning to speak on theories about who the murderer could possibly be. The small families of Thunder and Bellow gathered around the elders' den, seeking comfort from their kin. Occasionally, one cat would break away to snag scraps of prey from the fresh-kill pile for the rest. The remainder of the Clan milled about, before eventually deciding to leave on a joint border and hunting patrol.

The Tazama, Gaze, padded up to Streak. "Let me check my apprentice's work." The tom suggested, sending Streak's wounds a worried glance. "I fear they may have been a little sloppy, in their haste." Streak nodded his head in acknowledgement to his brother, meowing gratefully, "I appreciate that, thank you." His normally haughty personality was tempered by shock and a need for some comfort that right now, his mate nor his son could provide. Gaze pressed his nose to Streak's shoulder, then steered him towards the medicine den. In addition to his duties as the Tazama, he had brotherly ones that he would happily fulfill, in the aftermath of the their mother's demise.

From her position, she watched them enter the medicine den with slitted eyes. A perfect opportunity to rectify her mistake. With a flick of her tail, she gestured to her her partner, who gave her a quick, sharp nod. "You watch the entrance. Make sure no one goes in." She murmured under her breath, distaste intoned in every word, "Understand?" Her partner nodded quickly, obedient, ever-silent.

The pair of them came up to the entrance of the den, then split. She walked in, casualness oozing from her, while they stayed outside. Their body was sprawled across the entrance, their head placed squarely on their paws.

"And that should help you sleep for a while, and recover from your wounds." Gaze told Streak, as the strangely-marked tom's eyes began drooping heavily. At the sound of pawsteps, his head immediately shot up, though Gaze gave a quick nod to the newcomer. "Do you have a wound you need me to take care of?" He meowed pleasantly to her, and she nodded. "I scraped my paw on a thorn." She explained, now seeming somewhat embarrassed, "Would it be too much trouble for you to soothe it?"

Gaze shook his head, meowing with a chuckle, "I'd rather you tell me about it before it gets infected, or else then it would be trouble." As he turned to snag some stems out of a small dip in the floor, he suddenly felt a weight land on top of him. His head was pushed down to the floor, stretched outwards by one of her paws so his throat was bared. Before Gaze could cry out for help, she plunged her fangs into his neck, and she tore it out.

Streak, lethargy effecting his movements, clumsily stumbled to his paws. His gaze locked onto the cat at the entrance, calling out, "Help-"

And it was at that instance that she knocked him over, and dispatched of him the same way that she had killed Gaze.

A quick grooming from her partner cleaned the blood from her fur, and then they returned to where they had been before.

Float, returning from her patrol, immediately made a beeline towards the medicine den. She needed to check on the state of her mate, who was hopefully being taken care of by his brother.

A sharp yowl burst out of Float's maw, in shock and utter horror. It caused Roll to bound her to side, but she snagged his scruff and pulled him away before he could see the gore inside. Her call, and her frantic movements, caused the rest of the Tribe to gather quickly.

Leap bowed her head at the sight of her dead father figure- she had no idea what to do, now that he was gone. First her biological family, and now her adoptive father, it was enough to make her want to yowl her pain to the skies. Float quickly made her way to the young cat, and then led her away as well.

Rustle's large form loomed over everyone, as he rose to his paws. "I believe it was Bellow and Rumble." He declared, glaring at the pair of them. Chase gasped, meowing hotly, "My mother and brother would never do such a thing!" But her words went ignored, and the voting began.

Murdered: Streak, Gaze
Healed: No one
Accused: Bellow, Rumble
Revealed: Gaze (medicine cat)
Revived: No one
Murderers Left: 2