The Rowan's Final Fall(CLOSED for Drippy and Kent Mansley)

OOC: hmm. I really don't want Sharptooth to be exiled yet. How about Heronpaw finds Rowan's body and just assumes he got attacked by a fox or something, so he can at least get a proper burial
IC:
Sharptooth grabbed Rowanpaw by the scruff, trying to avoid looking into the tom's once-bright eyes. She knew the stench of death too well, and wrinkled her nose. Already she felt guilt rising in her chest, threatening to spill over.
With a soft grunt, the Thunderclanner carefully lowered the young tom onto the cold ground. She carefully closed his eyes, shuddering as she did so. Her whiskers trembled as she looked down at the apprentice. He at least deserved a proper burial. "Starclan save you. Rest in peace, Riverclanner. You have passed too early."
She gently pushed the young tom into the river, watching as his body was carried downstream. He wouldn't be discovered by Riverclan, and would most likely wind up at the bottom of the gorge. The thought made Sharptooth gag.

The fluffy warrior padded through the forest, rolling in mud and dung to disguise Riverclan's scent. Nobody needed to know.

OOC: I do know that this would affect RiverClan and ThunderClan relations, but how!?

(Time skip)

Heronpaw walked to the river, looking for a fish to catch. Suddenly, something caught his eye. It wasn't a silver gleam of a fish, it was a tuft of ginger fur with a faint RiverClan scent. What!? This was a RiverClan cat! He ran the way that the stream was flowing, and there he found him. Rowanpaw... he thought as he saw the ginger tom, dead. I better bring his body to Ivystar. The young tom brought Rowanpaw's body to camp.