what would happen if the whitebell family met an adult in need of help?
Initially I decided that they give them the help, but then let them be on their way, whereas young cats stay because they really have no where else to go and it's better that way
But now I like the idea that the Family is a safe haven.
It's not known as a safe place for residences (that would make it less safe if bad cats knew that), so cats don't go looking for this place and moreso stumble upon it. Or only very trusted cats, like Fleathistle or Ferndoe, know of it and inform those they believe need it and who they are certain will not cause harm.
What really helps is how secluded it is. The easiest way to access it is by climbing up a mountain which, depending on the path you take, leads you to dead ends, even steeper paths, or sudden drops. Even if you manage to climb high up, the main camp (outside) is 98% impossible to see from any vantage point an intruder would be. Any cave that's deep enough to reach the others is closed off as best they can (using sharp stones to prevent someone from pushing against it).
Then there's the added aspect of the family protecting one another so if you have a problem with one of them you have a problem with all of them, and they know the area far better than you do and will use that to their advantage. All that together makes it a very safe place to be (just not a safe place to get to, so someone who purposefully finds their way there is someone who REALLY needs the protection).
If they find out (and trust the evidence) that the cat they took in was bad, they'll deal with them.
I'd also have to change what the poly + Aphid are called, since before they were "The Adults" / "The Parents" but since there's new adults now that wouldn't really fit
They're still the main ones in charge, kind of like leaders, though they wouldn't call themselves that. Decisions are made as a group together, just Aphid, Char, Red, and the rest of the poly have final say and are seen by everyone else as the ones in charge. Maybe they're called the Founders??
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@wills-woodland-warriors (since Flea was mentioned)
Known Victims: Creeklight, Sloehoney, Shrewstar, unnamed ThunderClan cats
Victim Profile: her former mate/the cat who tried to kill her, the medicine cat of ThunderClan, the leader of ThunderClan, random ThunderClan cats
Cause of Death: poisoned
Cautionary Tale: ??
Story:
Aphidsong's first memory was walking into the WindClan camp with her mother, just barely fitting beneath her belly where she hid alongside her brother.
Though it was hazy, she remembered the fear that mixed with awe when she looked around at all the cats, more than she even thought existed in the world, all staring at her and her family.
The fact that the first hints of the cruel, prejudicial life of the Clans can be caught in those earliest moments could be considered upsetting, to say the least, but Aphid, only two moons old then, had failed to notice the unsure and downright hostile glances some cats sent her, and her little ears couldn't pick up the arguments made to send the little family out for the crime of not having warrior blood. Or perhaps her brain had not understood the gravity of what they were saying and simply chose for her to forget.
By the time she was old enough to see the glances or hear the comments and know what they mean, most of her Clanmates had already stopped long ago, and now treated her, her brother, and her mother with as much respect as they would any blood-born Clanmate. The others consisted mainly of the elders who were stuck in their ways, and though they frustrated her greatly, she knew not to take them seriously.
It didn't hurt that a warrior, Dogleaf, caught feelings for Misha shortly after she joined the Clan and became the adoptive father of Aphid--now Aphidkit and Larch--now Larchkit.
Her kithood, apprenticeship, and early warriorhood were filled with little triumphs, shared laughter, and a spark of curiosity for every new thing she came across. It was the happiest time of her life. She later came to realize that much of that joy came from ignorance.
The first sign--or at least, the first sign that she noticed--appeared through her best friend, Charhoot. They had been close for moons and Aphidsong knew her friend to be nonchalant and easy-going, so when he became visibly stressed, she became concerned.
He confessed that he had been getting more and more pressure from his family to find a mate, and that it was getting to the point where he couldn't have a single conversation with any of them without them bringing it up, whether they were trying to convince him in earnest or were looking to tease him for his lack of a pretty she-cat by his side.
Aphidsong had joked that of course he has a pretty she-cat by his side, she's right here! It was only meant to be a joke, of course, she felt no romantic feelings for Charhoot, who was more of a brother than anything else. Meanwhile, he too felt no romantic feelings for her, nor any she-cat--which was the problem.
That was all it was at first, a joke. They had both laughed then before talking more and then moving on. But as time passed, the pressure from Charhoot's family grew, until he couldn't go a single second without the thought of it causing him immense stress.
Aphidsong and Charhoot had talked seriously then. They both vehemently agreed that neither liked the other in that way, but decided that for the sake of getting the pressure off of Charhoot's back, they would become 'mates.'
They wouldn't really be mates, it would simply be a fake relationship so that Charhoot didn't have to hear more comments about how time was running out. They didn't pretend to be more lovey and continued to act the same way around each other as they always had, justifying that they could act however they wanted, no one could prove that they weren't mates. Though when some cats said how they "always knew" or how Charhoot and Aphidsong were "meant for each other," both friends wanted to barf. It was even harder not to laugh.
Things were okay for a while. Then Charhoot's parents decided that their son finding a good mate wasn't enough--they wanted grandkits.
No, no. Stars, no.
Neither Aphidsong nor Charhoot were even going to consider that, and both had to only look at each other to see the same "that's disgusting, we're not doing that" look reflected in the other's eyes.
Worse yet, Charhoot's parents talked to Aphidsong's, and now the pressure was coming from both sides. The friends told their families that they weren't ready for that, but it became apparent that they couldn't keep that excuse forever. The more time that passed, the more insistent their families would be, and what would they tell them then? That they can't have kits because they have been lying to them for moons and had never actually been mates? The fallout of that conversation was not one they were willing to witness.
In attempts to avoid the topic entirely, Aphidsong and Charhoot took any reason they could get to stay out of the camp. When they weren't on patrol, either together or separately, they were 'spending quality time together.' To their families, that meant...well, they didn't care to know what they thought it meant, but for them it meant that they could hang out together as best friends without any 'aw, what good mates' remarks or judgements of how the Clan should be expecting kittens soon--gross. They could just be friends and hang out.
One day, Charhoot had left the camp before Aphidsong, who had been assigned den-repair duty. When she had finally been able to leave, hoping to catch up with him after catching a young grouse, she followed his scent trial to WindClan's far border.
There, she found him meeting with another tom with a perfectly circular nick in his ear.
He was flustered and embarrassed to be caught, while she was embarrassed to intrude. At first, Charhoot began to quickly say how they were just talking and Charhoot wanted to be polite, but then as his breathing slowed and he had a chance to think for a moment who he was justifying himself to, he dropped the lies quickly and told her the truth.
Charhoot had met the tom while on a solo-patrol when the tom spotted him from atop the barn that was his home and called out. Charhoot had never seen a cat on top of the barn before, so his curiosity was instantly piqued.
Charhoot admitted that he kept meeting with the barn cat--Mustache, and that he had caught feelings quickly.
Aphidsong had no qualms against her friend meeting with a cat from outside the Clan, whether or not it was for romantic purposes. She was only thrilled to see him so happy and in love. She offered to be his alibi, saying that she and him could leave the camp together and return together, and he and Mustache could meet up in the time between.
With more time to herself to hunt and patrol, it wasn't too long before Aphidsong was also meeting with a tom on the border. Creeklight was as funny as he was kind, Aphidsong's first impression of him being when he tumbled into the stream that separated their Clans after leaping into the air to catch a blackbird. She had been unable to resist laughter, and instead of becoming angry or ashamed, he just laughed with her until both had trouble breathing.
Now that both friends had a love outside of the Clans and both knew of the other's love, doubts began to crawl in, concerns that they expressed to each other.
If they hated living in their Clan so much that they avoided camp every day, should they just leave? They still loved their families dearly, and had other good friends that would make it tough to part. At the same time, they hadn't been as happy in recent moons as they have been after meeting with their respective mates. Their true mates. Maybe they should embrace that happiness, that freedom.
After thinking on it long and hard, Charhoot was the first to go, leaving for the barn after Aphidsong encouraged him to take the leap. Though they no longer lived in the same Clan, the friends kept in touch. Charhoot showed Aphidsong around the farm, and she would come to visit as frequently as possible.
Without her friend in the Clan with her, Aphidsong felt her connection to WindClan was growing weaker and weaker, while her bond with Creeklight was increasing.
Finally, inspired by Charhoot and how much happier he seemed to be with his love and away from the pressures of his parents, she decided that she, too, could take the leap.
It went downhill from there.
The ThunderClan cats protested greatly against letting her in. Being a Clan-swapper was bad enough, the fact that she wasn't Clanborn only made it worse.
Aphidsong was surprised. She had thought her heritage was long passed her. She served her Clan all her life. The only reason she was leaving it was to be with someone that she loved.
Shrewstar, ThunderClan's leader, was as hostile as his most vocal warriors, and made sure to let Aphidsong know, publicly, that the only reason he was allowing her to stay was for Creeklight's sake.
Aphidsong wondered if Creeklight would have been met with the same level of opposition had he been the one to join her. Somehow, she knew the answer was no.
It was worth it, though. She could freely be with Creeklight, able to patrol with him and share tongues and sleep in the same nest without having to sneak around or worry about getting caught.
It was harder to see Charhoot then, due to now having WindClan between them, but the friends still worked to see each other. Charhoot knew of the situation--Aphidsong had told him before she left, and together they came up with a plan to follow the stream just past the ThunderClan and WindClan borders whenever they wanted to hang out.
That was easier said than done. Between being a new addition to the Clan and not having the full trust of her Clanmates to be alone while on patrol and the longer trek for both cats, the opportunity to meet up was fewer and fewer.
One day, the meeting was witnessed by Hazelfox, Creeklight's sister who never shied from letting her distaste of his relationship known. She had confronted Aphidsong when she had returned to ThunderClan, and brought her right before Shrewstar and the rest of the Clan, despite Aphidsong's pleads for silence.
Aphidsong had tried to say that she was only meeting with her friend, but because of the lie she and Charhoot had created, cats were quick to accuse her of infidelity. It didn't make sense for Aphidsong to move farther away from Charhoot in order to meet up with him, but no reasoning Aphidsong could come up with would change their minds.
Life in ThunderClan became harder for Aphidsong after that. The few friendships she was able to form had evaporated within seconds now that everyone believed her to be a cheater, and those that already disliked her joining the Clan became outright venomous. She couldn't so much as walk across the camp without having several pairs of eyes staring daggers at her.
Now, she was a former loner, Clan-swapper, and a cheater who probably manipulated poor Creeklight, who all of sudden is not a traitor but instead a poor tom who was blinded by love.
Creeklight was a whole other issue, as he didn't believe Aphidsong, either.
Aphidsong had tried desperately to tell him the truth, to get him to believe her, but she couldn't tell him why she and Charhoot are only friends now after being 'mates' for moons, she couldn't tell him that it was all a lie because even if word didn't spread to her and Charhoot's families, she didn't want to out Charhoot to a cat he hardly knew. It hurt worse than shattered bones to see Creeklight so devastated, and living with ThunderClan would be incredibly hard, but she would rather have cats think poorly of her than think poorly of Charhoot.
Creeklight didn't break up with her, as Aphidsong had expected, albeit with a heavy heart, but he wanted her to prove her loyalty to him.
She had pointed out that she left her Clan and family to be with him, but he was insistent, claiming that he could never be sure if she truly loved him or truly loved Charhoot, not without having his kits. If they became a family, it would solidify their relationship, as well as Aphidsong's place in the Clan.
Aphidsong had told him before that she wasn't sure if she would ever have kits, a fact she reminded him of. Perhaps, one day, she would, but today was not anywhere near that day.
When she refused, he acted pitiful and sad, claiming that her refusal was proof, that if she loved him she would do it, that they were going to have kits one day, so why not now?
The pushier he was, the angrier Aphidsong became. She would be damned if she was going to put herself through two moons of pregnancy, six moons of sitting around in the nursery, and to top it off, a lifetime of motherhood--something she wasn't even sure if she wanted at all yet--just to appease him. Not to mention how painful the labor itself would be!
He became angry too, until the argument became a shouting match and Aphidsong decided that if he couldn't trust her without her mutilating her body for him, than they should just break up.
Terrified at that and enraged all at once, Creeklight shoved at Aphidsong without thinking. She stumbled back, nearly losing her footing on a ravine's edge. He blinked at her, shocked, but instead of helping her right herself, he pushed at her again and sent her tumbling down onto the rocks below.
Aphidsong couldn't remember much after that second shove, but she didn't black out. There was pain, she knew that, hot fire scorched across her face. She felt a wetness pooling around her body, and half the world was darker than usual.
She would later learn that she was in a state of shock after a patrol had found her and lifted her out. Apparently Creeklight was remorseful and told the Clan what had happened when he got back. Or, well, he told them that she 'fell'.
Again, no one believed her. She hissed at Creeklight, demanding he stay away. She tried to tell the medicine cat who bandaged her face, tried to tell Shrewstar, heck, she tried to tell anyone who was within earshot to hear her.
They thought she was either misremembering things after her head trauma, had simply been confused, or that she was downright making things up.
Creeklight, meanwhile, went unpunished. He was nothing but a hardworking, noble warrior with a heart of gold, still able to love and bring supplies to the she-cat that cheated on him and accused him of harming her.
It would be a lie to say that Aphidsong didn't doubt herself. Was she remembering wrong? What if Creeklight really had been trying to help her?
No.
If it had happened once, maybe there would be a chance she was wrong, but he did it twice. He had pushed her, and he did it deliberately, and now he was the hero who ran to the camp for help, a loving mate for always checking on her, and she was the heartless fox for snapping at him to leave every time he came near her.
She didn't care if he regretted it, as he had tried to tell her when no one else was around to hear. The fact of the matter was that he did it, and he did it because she dared refuse to have his kits.
She missed Charhoot.
She wanted to see him again, to go back to the days when everything was fine, when everything was happy. But she was confined to the medicine den for the next who-knew how long. She didn't know how badly she was injured, there were no puddles in the camp to see her reflection. She only knew that bandages covered much of her face, and that she couldn't see out of her one eye anymore.
Even if she could leave, Aphidsong wasn't sure if she had the energy to. Sorrow weighed heavily on her chest, pulling her into a pit of deep depression that she saw no light in. If she wasn't sleeping, either dreaming of the blissful days of younger-year or having nightmares of her life now, she was staring blankly at the wall.
Sometimes, something would set her off. The sound of a rock smacking onto the ground as kits played pebble-toss, the wind picking up as it had then, or even nothing at all. It all gave her intense, uncontrollable anxiety so deep it shook her bones.
Though not unsympathetic to these episodes, Sloehoney, the medicine cat, never gave her anything more than poppy seeds. He told her that he would consider something more if her episodes persisted longer than a moon, but she had overheard him talking to Shrewstar just outside of the den, claiming that WindClan warriors were fragile, and loners even more so, and that he was sure her apparent symptoms felt real to her, but she was probably just being dramatic. Shrewstar didn't argue, instead he agreed and suggested that Aphidsong was only making things seem worse than it was to get out of work. After all, she had been in the medicine den for nearing four moons now.
Had it really been so long?
Aphidsong was shocked. The days had melted together, and her sleep schedule was off. Still, four entire moons? Those were moons she would never get back, a chunk of her life gone all because of Creeklight, and the bastard got off scot-free, able to experience every day like it was nothing, like just having to wake up wasn't the hardest thing in the world.
Then a miracle happened. He fell sick.
Aphidsong was wary at first, fur bristling as he was moved into the medicine den with her. She spent the next several days backed against the wall, as far from him as she was able to get. In those days, she watched as he grew weaker and weaker, staying awake for less time, forming less coherent sentences.
She saw as Sloehoney only had to nudge at his lips for Creeklight to open his mouth to swallow down the medicine he needed, not even opening his eyes anymore to see what was being fed to him.
Technically speaking, that was when an idea began to form, though at the time there was a disconnect between Aphidsong's mind and her body. No plan was formed that she was consciously aware of, no step-by-step strategy or devise scheme.
She slipped out of camp on her body's accord. Her mind was elsewhere, numb, unable to so much as take in the feel of the grass beneath her paws or the clear night sky above her. It had been forever since she had seen it.
When those berries were in her paws, when her eyes--eye was looking at it, that's when everything came rushing to her and Aphidsong jumped back with the same terror as if she had been pounced on by a fox.
Had she really been about to do it?
She looked around wildly, at the shadows around her, hearing the hoot of an owl in the distance. She shouldn't be out here, she shouldn't be doing...what was she about to do? She began to run back in the direction of the camp.
In her haste, Aphidsong slipped in mud, and landed with a thump and splash in a puddle.
Her bandages had been removed at this point, but this was the first time she was out of camp, and the first time she saw...
It was horrible.
Laying, bruised, partially caked in mud and drenched in water, she could only stare down at the face that she couldn't recognize. The scar was ugly, red, digging from her cheek to her ear, nearly splitting her face in two. The eye it covered was closed shut. Aphidsong wasn't sure if she could open it. She wasn't sure if she wanted to, or if she wanted to see...
Her good eye was wrong, too. It wasn't marked, wasn't even scratched, but it held a darkness beneath them, heavy bags that marked her face as clearly as the scar. Her ears drooped low, as did seemingly everything about her.
Who was this cat? This wasn't her. She was Aphidsong, happy, cheerful, energetic, and loud. This cat...this was a stranger. This wasn't the she-cat that had rolled down the hills with her brother. This wasn't the apprentice that got scolded for laughing too much during training. It wasn't the she-cat who could still smile and have fun, even when her family was pressuring her.
No, this cat was...
It couldn't be her...
It couldn't be her!
What had happened to her?!
What had that bastard done to her?!
With energy she hadn't felt in moons, Aphidsong stood and raced back to camp. This time, her mind was clear. Focused. She wasn't going to stop herself this time.
Any cat awake didn't notice her, because they were distracted by a Clanmate's active labor in the nursery. That also meant that Sloehoney was out of the den, and probably wouldn't be back for a while.
Aphidsong hadn't went back for the deathberries. She didn't need them. She stood over Creeklight, her shadow making him blink open his eyes. She only allowed him a moment to see her, to know who was there, before she held him down with her paws, suffocating him as she forced his muzzle into her fur.
His struggles were muffled and weakened by sickness. Before too long, Creeklight's movements stilled as he went limp. Aphidsong's heart pounded, the sound echoing through her ears. She got up and returned to her nest, pretending to fall asleep, staring at the opposite wall, eye wide at what she had just done.
She had just killed someone.
She was a murderer.
And yet...no guilt sunk in.
Aphidsong didn't regret what she did, nor did she take pleasure in it. Rage guided her paws, but so did the belief that if Creeklight was gone, the nightmares would stop. If he was dead, then she could go back to normal.
Things just weren't so easy.
Aphidsong sat for the vigil. She didn't do it for him, she just didn't want more cats on her back if she avoided it. She listened to the fond memories they shared, how Creeklight was such a good Clanmate and friend and how much everyone in ThunderClan would miss him. She wanted to scream at them all, remind them of what he had done to her, the agony he had put her through. She wanted to show them how horrible he truly was, but they didn't believe her then. None of them believed her. Why would that change now?
She wondered what would be said at her own vigil when the time came. Did any of these cats even know her? Did any of them even care to learn who she was? How many knew that her favourite prey was wagtail? Or that she hated leaf-bare but loved to catch snowflakes when they first began to fall?
Would they say anything nice about her? Or would they not say anything at all?
Four moons in the medicine den, and not one cat had stopped by to visit her, her attacker not included. Well, that wasn't true. Hazelfox stopped by to yell at her for 'spreading lies' about her brother.
Aphidsong wanted to leave. Needed to. Her parents and brother must hate her for abandoning them. Would they take her back if she begged? She decided that giving it a shot would be better than life here. If they turned her down, she could always go to the barn. She knew Charhoot wouldn't turn her away.
But Aphidsong couldn't leave just yet. She was out of the medicine den by this time, her face as healed as it could get. But all that time spent sitting or laying down had weakened her legs. She couldn't walk without stumbling. She had thought she would be fine, after all, she had managed to run in the forest before, but apparently her spiraling thoughts and high adrenaline had distracted her from the pain in her limbs.
She needed a little more time before she would be able to make the trek to WindClan's border, where all of this started. She should have never met Creeklight. She should have never left everything for him. She thought that she would have a fresh start, a new life. She hadn't thought that everything would be taken from her and nothing would be left. It wasn't supposed to be like this.
Finally, when she was sure she could make it, she headed for Shrewstar's den. She wasn't going to leave without a word, not that these cats deserved her reasoning. But when she neared, she overheard him discussing the kits' apprenticeship.
He and Longhowl thought carefully about each young cat, carefully choosing which mentor would fit specific personalities and temperaments.
Then the conversation moved on to Tansykit, an abandoned loner found on the edge of the territory. They talked about how much trouble she would have keeping up with the warrior-blooded apprentices, how her adoptive mother tried to toughen her up, but Tansykit would complain that she was mean. They laughed about it, chuckling about loners and their soft hearts. Longhowl suggested someone tough for her, someone stern and strong and who would surely train the loner out of her.
Aphidsong's heart was racing. She had little time to move away so that it didn't look like she was eavesdropping when the conversation abruptly ended and Longhowl left the den. She didn't move in time, and he noticed her at the mouth of the den, questioning what she was doing.
Aphidsong told him that she had to speak with Shrewstar and slipped past him before she could say anything.
Now was her chance.
She would tell Shrewstar that she was going to leave, and then she would, and all of this, all of the bad memories and pain and the horrible thing she had to do would be behind her. She would return to WindClan and be with her family and friends and cats that loved her and she would visit Charhoot every day and she would laugh again and share food with other cats and she would sleep without being woken up by nightmares, and she would....she would....
Shrewstar asked her what she wanted.
She opened her mouth, tongue going dry.
Then, without really thinking, hardly knowing she was speaking, she told him that she wanted to mentor Tansykit.
He seemed unsure at first, but she told him that she wanted to make up for the moons she spent healing and unable to contribute, how as a former loner herself, she would know the best way to handle someone like Tansykit. She was insistent, near demanding, until Shrewstar gave in with a shrug and agreed.
Aphidsong left the den, wondering what the hell she had just done.
It was a choice made without real thought, and one that she would spend that night clawing at herself for.
But when it came time for Tansypaw's apprentice ceremony, seeing the glow in the young she-cat's eyes as well as the nervous flick of her tail, her regret loosened its grip and a wave of affection washed over her.
In the next several moons as she trained the apprentice and gotten to know her, that regret disappeared completely. The affection, meanwhile, strengthened tenfold.
Aphidsong loved Tansypaw. The little cat was so full of energy and a desire to learn, taking in the world around her with wide eyes, and a smile on her face even when she messed up. She reminded Aphidsong of herself at that age, though the two also had many differences. Tansypaw preferred hunting over fighting, her sense of humour differed from Aphidsong's, she struggled to sleep at night and was tough to wake at dawn, while Aphidsong was a deep-sleeper and an early riser.
Those things were so small and unimportant. Aphidsong didn't care if Tansypaw's favourite meal was mice feet. How could that matter to her when Tansypaw's giggly smile could light up a moonless night?
It was exactly what Aphidsong needed. She had spent so long being sad and alone and angry and numb. For the first time in what must have been forever, she felt like herself again.
Tansypaw would make jokes, and Aphidsong would laugh, before silently gasping and wondering how long it had been since the last time she had laughed like that.
There were sadder moments, too. Tansypaw knew of the things other cats would say about her, and when she struggled with something, she would blame herself for being so weak.
Aphidsong refused to allow her to think such things. When Tansypaw apologized for struggling, for not being able to keep up because she was stupid, Aphidsong would sit with her and hold her close. And when Tansypaw stopped rambling and took a breath, Aphidsong would assure her that she is smart and capable, and she just needs more time, and that was okay.
She would calmly ask Tansypaw what parts were confusing her, what tasks she was struggling with, and would listen to the apprentice until they could figure out together where the problem was. Sometimes it was something as simple as the way Aphidsong worded her directions.
At first, Tansypaw blamed herself for not understanding, thinking it should be so easy and she was an idiot for not getting it. After talking with Aphidsong, she became more and more comfortable with speaking up when she was having trouble. Every time, Aphidsong would listen to her patiently and explain things in a different way. Sometimes she would have to go further than that, using visuals to help explain.
Never once did she sigh or roll her eyes or show the slightest bit of annoyance. She knew that if she had left that day, Tansypaw's mentor wouldn't have been nearly as patient. The poor thing would be miserable.
Aphidsong couldn't keep her safe forever.
During a harsh leaf-bare, Aphidsong and the apprenticeless patrol she was with was caught in a sudden snowstorm. Though no cat had gotten frostbite, their condition was bad enough to keep them confined to camp for the next two days.
Tansypaw was given to another warrior to train while Aphidsong recovered. Aphidsong listed everything the temporary mentor, Billowpelt, needed to know, including the fact that Tansypaw greatly struggled with balance and that he should avoid any place covered in slippery ice. She suggested he stick to the mossy clearing, where the moss gave something Tansypaw could grip onto, and the overhead trees blocked out most of the snowfall.
Billowpelt hadn't listened.
That stupid, worthless tom! He had taken Tansypaw to the iciest part of the territory, explaining later that he had thought Aphidsong was going too soft on Tansypaw and that it was the best way for Tansypaw to learn how to balance without issue.
Instead, she had slipped, snapping her neck.
Aphidsong had been too shocked to say anything right away. But then came the vigil. When Billowpelt spoke, he didn't apologize for causing Tansypaw's death, for deliberately putting her safety in jeopardy. No, he put on a frown and stated that maybe it was for the better, that loners like Tansypaw couldn't make it in Clan life and it was better she died now, quickly, then suffer more in the future when she was unable to fight in battle or hunt in another leaf-bare.
He made it seem like it was all her fault, her own death, and not one cat--not even Tansypaw's adoptive parents or littermates--spoke against it.
Aphidsong couldn't take it. She lunged at Billowpelt, tackling him to the ground and clawing as she screamed. Screamed at him for not listening, screamed at him for blaming Tansypaw for dying when he should have protected her, screamed at him for calling Tansypaw a weak loner when it was comments like that that made Tansypaw doubt herself in the first place.
She was a good cat, a really good cat!
He clawed her back, and the two were caught in a whirlwind of tooth and claws until finally several cats got between them and pulled them apart.
Shrewstar snapped at Aphidsong, demanding how she dare disrupt a vigil in such an awful way. Didn't she care a cat was dead?
Aphidsong had glared at him, glared at all of them. She yelled how none of them truly cared, they were just pretending to. They looked at Tansypaw, a bright and curious young cat, and saw nothing but another mouth to feed, a waste of space, a cat that was useless because she wasn't born with warrior-blood. There was so much more to Tansypaw. Even when she was exhausted from a long training session, she never let Aphidsong leave without a smile on her mentor's face. Even when she was hurt and struggling, and even when her own littermates teased her, she would worry about them and how they were doing. She was the kindest, funniest, most amazing cat in all the Clans, but not one of her Clanmates other than Aphidsong even knew it because all anyone else could see was a weakling loner.
The Clan was cowed, ducking their heads as Aphidsong stopped to eye every single one of them. Then she spat, telling them that she hoped the frost kills them all, before leaving without another word.
She hated them, hated every single one.
She hated Creeklight for trying to manipulate her. She hated him for trying to murder her and scarring her for life, and she hated that he never confessed to the truth when everyone thought she was lying.
She hated the whole of ThunderClan for thinking she was lying about something so horrible. Not one cat--not one cat--believed her. No one in that Clan ever stood up for her. They all just left her to rot in the medicine den, going by their days as if she weren't completely breaking down.
The few friends she thought she had made when she first joined turned their backs on her without a second thought, without hearing her out.
She knew that Shrewstar hated her for being WindClan. For being a loner. Sloehoney, too. All that time with him and the two have never grown close. Sloehoney had always treated her like a burden to be delt with rather than a cat to help or friend to talk to.
It was all their fault that Aphidsong's old self is such a stranger to her. It was all their fault that Tansypaw was always so anxious she would screw up, because they judged her more than the others because she had loner-blood. It was all their fault that Tansypaw died.
Why did they deserve to live when Tansypaw was rotting beneath the ground, meal to the worms?
That's just it.
They didn't.
Plans began to form, the first of which were inefficient.
Aphidsong saw a warrior hunting on their own and attacked, but though she had managed to end the ThunderClanner's life, it had been a struggle that left her panting for breath. There was no way she could deal with all of the Clan like this.
She pulled the body into the stream so that her scent couldn't be traced. They would likely suspect her, but room for speculation gave her room to escape.
As she sat on the bank, her eyes drifted, stopping on two red berries shining in the starlight.
Poisoning the prey didn't work as she had hoped. No one grabbed the already-dead mice and birds, perhaps thinking that they were sick. Getting living animals to eat poison wasn't exactly a cake-walk either, and the one vole that was stupid enough to take the bait didn't survive the poison long enough to be hunted.
Aphidsong was growing increasingly frustrated. She was about to take her anger out on a tree trunk when movement caught her eye and she ducked, sheathing her claws.
It was Sloehoney, out and looking for....herbs.
It was perfect! Cats digested them, put them on open wounds, and because the victims would be cats already sick or injured, no one would notice something was wrong until it was too late!
As soon as Sloehoney was gone, Aphidsong got to work. She knew exactly which plants were herbs and which weren't, having spent four moons beside then.
She would take deathberries and squeeze their juice out and onto the plants, making sure they were nice and coated.
She wasn't sure how well the juice worked in respect to the rest of the berry, so she made sure to shake it up now and again. Some deadly nightshade here, some yew there, some holly berries sprinkled between.
After a while, she couldn't stand not being able to see them all suffer, so she crept toward the hollow slowly and carefully until finally she reached the cliff's edge and peered down below.
It was a delight to see how few cats were in camp. She guessed the rest were either all in the medicine den or beneath the ground. Though she was a fair distance away, she could see how exhausted Shrewstar was, worry for his Clanmates wearing him down, and she smiled at his misery.
She couldn't find Sloehoney. She wondered if all that handling the tainted herbs had killed him.
It was finally time to leave. She covered as many herbs as she could find one final time for good measure, before setting off across the border.
She stopped at the stream where she had dropped the body a moon earlier, where she had met Creeklight and made the worst decision of her life. Taking back that decision in one movement, she leapt over the stream and landed back on WindClan territory. She had slipped a little, her vision not being what it used to be, but it still felt as good as a clean landing on a thin precipice.
She considered going back home, but she knew it was too late for that. Maybe she would stay with Charhoot at the barn. Maybe she would explore and make up for the time she lost.
Other Relations: Billowweed (mentor), Marsh, Cone, Rubble, Max III, Boo, Marbles, Fliss, Toby, Rebel, Slink [Slinky Malinky], Shebee (flings/situationships), Aphidsong (best friend + pretend mate)
Clan: WindClan (formerly), none
Rank: barn cat (previously WindClan warrior, previously travelling loner)
Characteristics: somehow incredibly geeky and incredibly cool at the same time, loves sharp things, overconfident in his own abilities
Motive to Harm: N/A
Number of Victims: 0
Number of Murders: 0
Murder Method: N/A
Method of Harm: N/A
Known Victims: N/A
Victim Profile: N/A
Cause of Death: prolonged inversion (blood pooling in the brain)
Cautionary Tale: ??
Story:
He loved the family he was adopted by. Sprigbirch was loving and incredibly protective, and Adderstripe always gave them the best gifts whenever he returned from a patrol. Neither ever treated Charkit differently from their biological sons, who were two moons older than he was, and they never bothered Charkit for not being Clanborn.
While Charhoot wished to know who his biological parents were and their reasons for leaving him, it wasn't so important that it weighed on his mind as anything more than a mild interest. He was sure they did what they thought was best, either because he remembered how thin they had been when he last saw them, memories that replayed in his mind as fuzzy dreams, or because he wanted to believe in the best of them. It was easier that way.
Aphidkit was soon to become an apprentice by the time Charkit was old enough to explore the camp, and she took it upon herself to show the young one around, excitedly pointing out the different areas--best places to hide for hide-and-seek, the dens, and every detail both important and nonconsequential. She was so eager, she was more energetic than the younger kit.
The two formed a quick bond then, a relationship that would only grow and strengthen as time went on, until eventually that friendly relationship would need to become an outwardly-appearing courtship.
Charhoot thought he could ignore the comments at first, just brush his parents off. They bothered his brothers too, so the pressure was at least spread between them, but then Mitecloud and Flecktooth both found mates and Adderstripe's and Sprigbirch's attention narrowed right on him.
He wasn't sure if he could just tell them the truth--he didn't know of anyone in WindClan or any Clan that was like him. Every she-cat liked a tom, every tom liked a she-cat. If he told his family that he liked toms, how would they react?
He couldn't tell them directly. Instead, he tried to bring up same-sex relationships in a general sense to gauge their reactions, lying that he had seen two loners a while across the border that were cuddling like mates, though both were toms. Interesting, wasn't it? What did they think?
While neither Adderstripe nor Sprigbirch seemed outright disgusted by the idea, which was a relief, both made it clear that such a relationship is good for loners, but not Clan cats. Clan cats need to be sure that each generation would provide kits for the next, and that simply couldn't happen if two toms were mates or two she-cats were mates.
That was that, then. Charhoot couldn't tell them. He couldn't tell anyone, only Aphidsong, who already guessed it because she had caught him mooning over another tom at the gathering once when they were apprentices
Though Charhoot's 'relationship' with Aphidsong provided temporary shelter against the barrage of 'hurry ups' and 'find a pretty she-cat,' it couldn't protect Charhoot against the pain that was building inside.
Having a fake mate to get his parents off his back was one thing, but Charhoot wondered more and more if he would never get to live with a real mate who he actually romantically loved if he kept living in the Clans.
Perhaps that is why he was so intrigued when Mustache first called out to him, and why he kept going back more and more.
He was grateful to Aphidsong for covering for him. Stars, he was so grateful to her for everything.
Even when he told her that he was considering leaving the Clan to live with Mustache, she wasn't angry. She only smiled, always so cheerful, and encouraged him to take the leap. By this time, he knew that she had her own out-of-WindClan relationship, and gave her the same advice.
Leaving WindClan was the best decision Charhoot had ever made, but that didn't mean he wasn't scared out of his mind when he did it. He worried if he was making the wrong choice, wondered how hurt his parents and other friends were.
At the same time, the air felt so much less constricting. The world felt bigger, brighter, and Charhoot was eager to explore it. He looked around his new home with awe.
The more he was away, the more the guilt slowly evaporated. Charhoot found it easier to sleep, and that the cold ice in his chest was gone.
That bad feeling returned, however, when again and again Aphidsong failed to meet up with him. He began to worry for her safety, but when he had tried to visit, he was chased off by a patrol, who yelled at him to leave her alone, as she had a 'new mate now.'
He didn't hold it against her, he doubted she even knew anyone was chasing him off, and at least their words confirmed that she was alive and okay. Maybe she was just too busy now, having to show her new Clan she was trustworthy, moving in with her new mate.
Charhoot thought of it, and smiled for her. He loved her and hoped to see her again, but if they were both happy with their lives, then what was the rush?
Without her, and without his parents and other connections other than Mustache, Charhoot found less of a reason to stay. He loved Mustache and part of him wanted to remain mates and stay there in the barn with him, but the other part wanted to grab onto the wind and have it carry him all over the world. He had the freedom to explore places he never would have back in WindClan, the chance to meet new cats and see new things, and after debating it for several days, he decided he couldn't let that go.
He gave Mustache one final nuzzle good-bye, before setting off.
The world was bigger than he could have ever dreamed of, with so many sights and sounds and animals he had never seen before, not even in the Elders' stories.
Too, he met many cats on his exploration, including many toms. Some of them he only met with once or for a few days, others travelled with him for some time. Every single one of them held a special place in his heart, as they each gave him the life he used to think he could never have, even if only for a short time.
He felt the pull to explore for many moons. Then, after a while, he felt the pull to go back home.
He reunited with Mustache and met the new barn cat, Ferret, both of whom he would become mates with--again, for one of them.
He still thought of his parents, his brothers, and of course, of Aphidsong, all of whom he hoped to see again soon.
Additional Information:
--LINK TO PART 2: CURRENTLY TBA
--BASES:
Charhoot's base is by @/Splasharooni here!
Aphidsong's base is by AlaskanCat on DeviantArt
--I know Charhoot's kind of ends suddenly, but it transitions cleanly with part 2's beginning!
--Aphidsong ate an animal that ate an herb that she poisoned, thus accidentally poisoned herself. I like the idea that she ate a shrew, as it's kinda funny/poetic (Shrewstar can go f himself though).
--Charhoot's circular ear-nick comes from the farmers, who use it as a way to tag their cats.
--Aphidsong's scars (other than the main one) come from her fight with Billowpelt and from when she attacked and killed the one random ThunderClan cat.
--Charhoot's parents don't think that same-sex relationships is wrong, but they are narrow minded and don't consider other possibilites like surrogacy, so they think that the only way they can have grandkits is if all their sons are in relationships with she-cats.
--Misha and Dogleaf had their own litter of kits sometime after Aphidsong left, and they are her half-siblings. She never knew they existed though because no one told her.
It had been moons...maybe years? since someone was kind to Aphidsong, since she saw her best friend. So many moons of being the focus of glares and spits and insults, so many moons of lying injured with no one caring, so many moons of pain and grief and agony with no one offering any support or comfort. Then she got to the Place of No Stars and expected that to be her life forever, forever being cold and alone and miserable and just waiting to fade, and now here was Charhoot, her best friend, by her side once more and holding her close. Aphidsong couldn't prevent the flow of tears as she sobbed into his fur.
Characteristics: easily excitable, people(cat)-pleaser, hyper, adventurous (all pre-injury), prone to nightmares, has severe PTSD, struggles to find joy in life, increasing rage (all post-injury)
Murder Motive: achieve a better life for all
Number of Victims: 79 (in death) [121 total]
Number of Murders: 76 (in death) [102 total]
Murder Method [after death]: luring into the Dark Forest, manipulating other cats
Known Victims [after death]: various cats from every Clan
Victim Profile [after death]: medicine cats, toms, leaders, various Clan cats
Cause of Death: poisoned
Cautionary Tale: Do not trust the cats in your dreams. It is not safe to sleep.
Rank: barn cat (previously WindClan warrior, previously travelling loner)
Characteristics: somehow incredibly geeky and incredibly cool at the same time, loves sharp things, overconfident in his own abilities, wants to do what's best for all
Murder Motive: achieve a better life for all
Number of Victims: 79
Number of Murders: 76
Murder Method: luring into the Dark Forest, manipulating
Known Victims: Creeklight, Grovefern, various cats from every Clan
Victim Profile: medicine cats, toms, leaders, various Clan cats
Cause of Death: prolonged inversion (blood pooling in the brain)
Cautionary Tale: Do not trust the cats in your dreams. It is not safe to sleep. Not every cat of the Stars is a cat with good intentions.
Story:
When Charhoot hoped to see his friend again, he had never imagined it would be like this.
He had refused to believe that someone as loving as Aphidsong could end up in the Dark Forest. Even when he was still alive and attempted to meet her, only to be driven off by furious Clan cats who told him his 'mate' was a traitor and a murderer, he hadn't believed it--he had thought it was a strange joke, or more likely a lie told to keep him away.
But then he got to StarClan and the 'lie' wouldn't stop, cats kept saying it, kept telling him how Aphidsong had tried to kill all of ThunderClan.
Surely it was a mistake? He couldn't imagine Aphidsong doing anything so heinous, definitely not deliberately.
He had to see for himself.
He snuck through the border, and though terror instantly gripped his heart at the new, much darker, much more dangerous environment, he pushed on until he finally found her.
When he did....when he saw her face...He couldn't help but gasp, then instantly apologized for it, then profusely apologized for ever leaving her, for letting her go to ThunderClan, for not doing enough to check on her and make sure that she was alright.
He was a babbling mess that only got worse the longer he looked at her and took in the details of her features. Not just of her scars--deep and red and horrible--but of the bags under her good eye, the lack of the usual spark in it, the frown so deep as if it had been dragging down her face for ages, the foamy drool along her lips--evidence of what had killed her.
In those moments, he completely forgot about the Dark Forest and about any crime Aphidsong was accused of committing. He hadn't even noticed her pink pupil at first glance.
For a long time, the friends held each other with a grip so tight it almost broke skin, as if they both thought that if they let go, they would never see the other again.
It had been moons...maybe years? since someone was kind to Aphidsong, since she saw her best friend. So many moons of being the focus of glares and spits and insults, so many moons of lying injured with no one caring, so many moons of pain and grief and agony, with no one offering any support or comfort. Then she got to the Place of No Stars and expected that to be her life forever, forever being cold and alone and miserable and just waiting to fade, and now here was Charhoot, her best friend, by her side once more and holding her close. Aphidsong couldn't prevent the flow of tears as she sobbed into his fur.
She was so exhausted and drained, she couldn't stop herself from falling asleep against him. Charhoot let her, deciding that questions, once he remembered to ask them, could wait.
Awake, Aphidsong's good eye was wide as she desperately explained that she just wanted to make them suffer for what they did to her, told him how Creeklight had tried to kill her, how no one believed her and everyone hated her, how Tansypaw died and no one cared, how no one would care if she died, how she just wanted to make them hurt so badly for it all.
It was a nonstop flow of urgent reasoning, spoken too quickly and too wretchedly for Charhoot to properly understand most of what she was saying. But the desperation itself and the anguish on her face was clear enough for Charhoot to understand her suffering.
He didn't want to leave her, but he promised to help her. After he stayed a little bit longer when she had begged him to, he left for StarClan and returned shortly after with a wagtail and fresh moss.
That would become their routine for the next moon. He would bring her herbs, food, bedding, moss soaked in fresh water, and anything else she needed. Then, he would spend as much time with her as he could. Sometimes they would talk about the good old days, Charhoot's adventures, or just something nice to distract them both from the situation that they were in. Other times, they would discuss what happened to Aphidsong.
As more time passed and Aphidsong calmed enough to tell the story coherently, Charhoot became furious.
Not at her, but at those vile cats who dare walk in StarClan.
Creeklight had tried to murder her! He permanently scarred her, in more ways than one! She rarely slept, only comfortable to do so when he was with her, and even then she would kick and flinch and cry, and he couldn't do anything but watch her suffer.
Creeklight didn't deserve an eternity in paradise. If the rest of StarClan couldn't see that, then he would drag that bastard to the Dark Forest himself.
In reality, there was no kicking and screaming. Charhoot had lied instead, telling Creeklight to come with him and that it was urgent. He hadn't told him what was going on until they got to the border and Charhoot told him that a kit had gone through and needed help, that he went to get back-up just in case and Creeklight was surely strong enough to help.
Once they were both through and no one in StarClan would see nor stop him, Charhoot lunged. He tore at Creeklight rapidly, clawing his face and chest, and biting at his forelegs when Creeklight tried to use them to push him off.
It was not a fight. It was an outright beating. Charhoot's vision was completely red as blind rage overtook his thoughts. It wasn't until Creeklight gave one final hard shove, throwing Charhoot off of him, that the attack seized.
Creeklight scrambled to his paws, more red than silver, glaring at Charhoot with one eye closed as blood dripped over it.
Before either cat's breathing could fully calm, a gasp made Charhoot turn.
Aphidsong was here.
She had gasped when she saw Creeklight, terror in her eye that immediately turned into rage as she lunged at him. The two became engaged in a sudden flurry of tooth and claw. Aphidsong wanted to tear that mouse-dung eating fox-heart apart, but he was faster, and much healthier from the last time she had killed him.
While Charhoot's beating had done a number on him, her friend had the advantage of surprise. Now, Creeklight was prepared for an attack, adrenaline keeping him going.
Charhoot didn't know what to do, rooted to the ground. Truthfully, he hadn't thought this far. He wanted to drag the fox-heart to the Dark Forest where he belongs, and he wanted to beat him up until he couldn't stand. Now, he had done that--done both, and wasn't sure what the next step was.
He worried for Aphidsong's safety as he watched her fight more viciously than he had ever seen her, but his mind had become fog. He was in a state between blind rage and careful, logical thinking. The red clouds had dissipated, but cautious reasoning had yet to return, leaving his mind blank and confused and unsure for these next few critical moments.
Then Creeklight threw Aphidsong to the ground, rearing with his claws aiming for her throat, and Charhoot sprang forward on instinct, biting into his tail and yanking him so hard back, his stomach hit the ground with a thud and the breath was knocked out of him.
Before anyone could blink, Aphidsong was back on her paws, swinging her claws out and tearing Creeklight's throat open.
To say that Charhoot was stunned would be an understatement. He had only meant for the silver tom to be exiled here, he never considered that he would die a second time, at least not so quickly and not in front of him. And he had lead him here, had tricked him and held him down as Aphidsong killed him.
Aphidsong was panting, staring at where Creeklight's body had been. When she finally spoke, all she could say was that he couldn't hurt her anymore, a sentiment she repeated over and over in an attempt to soothe herself.
Charhoot looked at her. She was shaking, claws still out and gripping the ground beneath her, fur lifted all along her spine. She looked terrified. Had seeing Creeklight again reawakened her earlier trauma? He had hurt her so badly. His own eyes drifted back to where Creeklight had faded, nothing but bone and liquid ooze left of him, and for the first time, he felt a flicker of dark satisfaction.
Over the next several moons, he would tell himself that it was deserved, that it was right, that Aphidsong was safe.
A deeper analysis wouldn't be needed to consider the fact that he only told himself these things to prevent him from spiraling and falling into a pit of guilt. Reasoning being that he couldn't feel guilt if he believed that he did the right thing, and the more he told himself that, the more he sincerely believed it.
Charhoot and Aphidsong silently agreed not to speak of it. Though Charhoot attempted to keep most thoughts of Creeklight out of his mind, he couldn't ignore that the more he visited his friend, the more he saw how much happier she seemed. Her smiles had yet to return as commonly as they did when they wee young, still not quite reaching her eyes, but her frown wasn't as deep, and the bags under her eye were a little less dark.
She would still talk about the horrible things she had gone through because even after all this time she still needed someone to hear her, but she also talked more and more about the good things. Tansypaw was one of them--perhaps the only one--but Aphidsong's fond stories of the sensitive, kind apprentice took a solemn turn when she explained how she had died, and how no one truly mourned her.
Charhoot hadn't really thought of it before then, but now that he had, he couldn't unsee it, couldn't ignore how many cats in StarClan were dead before they had even received their full names, or how many never got the opportunity to so much as begin training.
Tansypaw was only one case of countless young cats. Cats that, now that Charhoot's eyes were open, he couldn't stop seeing. They were everywhere, young dead kits all over StarClan, surrounded by family and warriors that smiled and laughed as if it wasn't the worst thing in the world, as if it was all okay.
Though he didn't want to upset them, he asked them--or the family around them, if there were any--how they had died. Rarely did he find someone who was killed by methods unrelated to the life of a Clan cat.
Slain in battle against another Clan or a large predator was most common, followed by training accidents.
It wasn't just the young cats, either. So many warriors lost their lives early fighting useless wars, wars that they still believed in even after it had killed them.
Aphidsong had noticed it, too. Though not a quick adjustment, she felt safer to leave her shelter after Creeklight was killed a second time. The further she walked, the more young cats she counted, their lives cut short so early only to be exiled here for committing crimes or breaking rules some of them were too young to even understand.
She was disgusted at it all. She was disgusted at StarClan, at all the Clans, at the code, at everything that said that it was okay for kits to die, for kits to suffer the same damnation fitting for an adult tyrant.
What made it worse was how the Clans held themselves in such high regard, beating and mocking any loner, kittypet, or Half-Clan cat unlucky enough to cross their path. They laughed at a house cat's softness while they threw their kits into wars, and still they believed they were better.
As the friends spoke about the predicament of cats on either side of the border, they came to an undeniable conclusion:
Clan life must be put to an end.
There was simply too much suffering to entertain any other possibilities. As someone who had lived as a loner and who had traveled and met many non-Clan cats, Charhoot knew first-hand that it wasn't how life was for everyone.
Only in the Clans was death so common.
Only in the Clans were cats bullied and mistreated for being born differently.
Only in the Clans were rules put in place just to punish those that broke them.
Only in the Clans could someone die and not be honoured solely because their blood was different.
Only in the Clans could someone endure so much agony and be told that it was right.
There was no maniacal laughter, no pleasure taken as the friends' realization became a plan. No smiles marked their faces as they discussed what to do. It was only serious, somber, something that had to be done for the greater good, for the sake of everyone in the long run, not an action taken in vengeance or to satisfy a bloodlust.
They took a long time to plan before initiating the first step, as they both wanted to make sure that they did it right. Any mistake or miscalculated action could ruin everything, meaning that all lives lost due to their deeds--before their vision could come to be--would be for nothing.
The hypocrisy of causing deaths wasn't lost on the pair. Aphidsong didn't want to kill anyone, Charhoot even less so, but they saw no other way.
They reasoned that no matter how many cats they wound up killing, indirectly or directly, it would be far lesser than the amount of cats whose lives would be cut short in the long run if the Clans continued to exist.
And the only reason that they were killing at all is because if no lives are lost, then things might as well stay the same.
So they went after the medicine cats first.
It was easy, at least on the outside. With every second and every step, Charhoot had to force himself not to back out. He greeted them the same way any StarClan cat would greet their medicine cat, before leading them further and further into trees that grew darker and darker.
They always got scared, Charhoot noticed it every time. He noticed their raised fur and darting gaze, and could hear the quiver in their voice as they asked him where he was leading them.
Some part of him always wished that they would turn around, make a run for it and never come back. But he was a StarClan cat, a cat of the stars, their guide and protector, and so they always followed him to the end.
That was when Aphidsong would come out from behind, dealing a hopefully quick and fatal blow.
That was the agreement they came to, splitting the guilt between the two so that neither of them could be blamed more than the other, and so that neither would feel more responsibility. Charhoot lead the cats to their deaths, and so Aphidsong was the one to kill them.
One by one, the medicine cats went. At first, their questions for Charhoot were nothing more than "who are you?" "where are we going?" and unimportant remarks of a similar caliber. But as five became four became three and less, they asked him harder things to answer.
"What is going on?"
"What is happening to our healers?"
"Do you know how to stop it?"
At first, he attempted silence, but that only worked for one cat, following him and begging him for answers all the way into the dark.
But the remaining two wouldn't follow without an explanation, and so Charhoot had to lie. He told them that he knew what was going on but that they had to be careful, how there were corrupt cats in StarClan and that he came to them to warn them.
His least favourite was Grovefern, the only one to catch on the moment they exited the starry fields and entered the Dark Forest. He hated running after him, hated having to pin him to the ground, hated having to bite out his throat.
As much as he, as well as Aphidsong, hated every moment of every death, they continued forth, too deep into it now to back out.
Having no medicine cats would weaken the Clans, but it was only a matter of time before they found replacements.
It was time for the next step.
The Clans needed a future, and without kits they had none.
Neither Charhoot nor Aphidsong was going to hurt, let alone kill, helpless kits. What they could do was prevent new kits from being born at all by targeting toms. They reasoned that there were less toms in the Clans than she-cats, so their bodies would be a shorter count. Too, toms can have multiple litters quickly while she-cats could only have one litter every six moons, more or less. It was only the most logical course of action.
They didn't dismiss the possibility that she-cats could find loners or kittypets or other non-Clan toms to recruit into Clan life and rebuild.
They wanted Clan life to end entirely, for any remaining members to disperse and live freely, but they knew that even if they failed, even if Clan life continued, if loners and other non-Clanborn cats were relied so heavily on keeping the Clans alive, then all prejudice must surely end.
That was more Charhoot's thinking than Aphidsong's. He could see an end where they won, regardless of if Clan life was destroyed, could imagine a future where the Clans survived and all prejudice and abuse against cats of other backgrounds did not. Perhaps he could even see a future where the Clans changed, a future where a tom like him could be free and accepted for who he was without having to leave his home.
Aphidsong, however, could not untangle the two. She felt with every bone in her body that if the Clans survived, so did their ideals, so did their thoughts, so did their self-importance and their xenophobia, and most of all, so did the pain of everyone else. In her eyes, it was only a matter of time before the Clans forgot their history and just went right back to hating everything that didn't fit into their short worldview.
Slowly, a strain built between the two. They continued to work together towards their goal, but the closer they got to it--the more cats that died, the more Charhoot's resolve thawed away. His thoughts of what the future could be brought him hope, which meant that the closer they got to the future Aphidsong wanted, the more he felt dread that his utopian future could never be.
During this time, one medicine cat survived. Burnpaw was ThunderClan's medicine cat healer, and was able to avoid being killed because Charhoot didn't want the young tom to die, and though he wanted to believe that Aphidsong would agree, he decided to keep Burnpaw's existence a secret from her just in case.
When Burnpaw slept, he heard whisperings. StarClan was not yet aware that one of their own was working against them. However, they did figure out that the medicine cats have been lured somewhere by someone while they slept. So, they warned him.
"Do not follow. They lie."
"They want to destroy you."
"You are not safe in your dreams."
Burnpaw couldn't be sure if the messages were solely for him or if he were to pass it along to everyone, so he did the latter. The Clans, of course, were beyond worried and confused. Who do they not follow? Who wants to destroy them? Who is lying? Who is killing them in their dreams?
As the only healer and only cat speaking with StarClan, Burnpaw was immediately pushed into a lot of pressure. Every Clan demanded his help with herbs, every cat demanded his answers for endless questions and worries he couldn't calm.
Wolfpaw was one of the cats to come to him, meeting him on the border and begging for him to make sense of all of this. That was when Burnpaw saw it--a wolf, and darkness, then a light so powerful it could have blinded him. He knew then that Wolfpaw was the key to stopping it, but he didn't know how yet.
They had to work fast, because the strange spirits were working faster. In less than a moon, all medicine cats from every Clan was dead aside from the one that was still in training.
Aphidsong, her distinguishable features disguised by a coat of moss, went to the leaders of SkyClan, RiverClan, and WindClan, while Charhoot, also disguised, spoke with those of ThunderClan and ShadowClan. They both convinced the leaders of each Clan that the other Clans were planning on attacking, and they came to warn them. The stories changed somewhat with every leader, some having more questions and others eager to defend their Clan, but the result was the same for all of them: they would go to war.
Owlstar, leader of WindClan, attacked ThunderClan. RiverClan attacked WindClan, while ShadowClan and SkyClan went to ambush the other's camp at the same time, and the two patrols met and battled.
Aphidsong and Charhoot knew that the fighting would not last forever, and that it would not be enough to end the Clans. It was merely a way to get some more bodies to fall. More than that, it was a distraction.
With all the Clans fighting and everyone's thoughts on war, no communication was going on to find out what was really happening, and that gave them more time to work.
Burnpaw--named Burntiger early, in honour of his mentor--tried to remind everyone of the prophecy, but because he had rushed to defend Wolfpaw, an enemy cat, during one battle, his Clanmates accused him of just wanting to protect her and of being a future Clan-swapper.
Why was Burntiger the only one to live? Why was he the only one to be warned? He must have been a liar, no one was killing them in their sleep. It was the other Clans' doing.
The leaders believed this most strongly. After all, they couldn't know for certain that what Burntiger saw was true, but they could believe themselves--and they knew for certain that they met with a StarClan cat and was told by them that it was the other Clans that were dangerous. Why would they believe anything else?
During the wars, Aphidsong and Charhoot snuck into the dreams of toms. Killed in the Dark Forest in the middle of the night, their Clanmates would wake to find no body, only an empty nest.
More accusations flew. RiverClan accused WindClan and ShadowClan of stealing their warriors and keeping them prisoner to get them to surrender. The other Clans accused their own neighbors of the same thing.
Though there were many fired up with the heat of battle, rage, and propelled by the need to protect their Clan, there were cats that doubted if what was happening was right. They were determined to find out where their missing kin had gone, and worked together behind their leaders' backs to do so.
The more cats they killed, the more Charhoot's paws weighed him down, as if physically affected by the increasing blood that stained them. He just wanted this to to be over, but it felt like the end of this carnage would never come.
When one tom, Woodtail, begged for his life, saying that he had a pregnant mate and needed to be there, he couldn't do it. He had tried to get Woodtail to wake up quickly.
Aphidsong arrived before he could, slicing his throat just as he was beginning to fade back to the living world.
That was when things really boiled over for the two. Charhoot shouted at Aphidsong, calling her a monster. She responded by accusing him of being a betrayer, that he was the monster for letting all this pain go on while she's trying to put an end to it. He argued that cats were suffering because of her. She lashed out in anger, slicing his nose as she screamed that she was doing this for everyone.
Rage fully built-up, Charhoot lunged at her, and the two engaged in a whirl-wind of tooth-and claw. It was vicious, but not a fight of hate. It ended when Aphidsong slammed Charhoot to the ground, nearly impaling his head on a sharp stone that jutted out of the earth. Alarmed at how close she had come to accidentally killing him, Aphidsong quickly got off and backed away, and for a long moment the two stared at each other, panting for breath.
Under normal circumstances, Charhoot would want to stay and talk it out. Now, however, his feelings were running high, jumbled and confusing and overwhelming. So instead, he took off back to StarClan.
He had forgotten about the scratches that now marked his features, enough so that blood dripped down from a few on his side.
Cats pointed them out.
Questions were raised.
Where had he gone? Where did he go whenever cats couldn't find him? It wasn't unusual to have trouble finding someone, StarClan was huge and held no borders, after all, but with everything going in, with the scratches and blood and obvious panic on Charhoot's face as he was still too overwhelmed to fully comprehend what was even happening, it didn't take long before Charhoot was chased back to the Dark Forest with more blood spilling to his feet.
He was heartbroken. His wounds stung. The images of his family and friends in StarClan looking at him with so much horror burned into his mind. Their voiced echoed in his ears, asking him what he had done, why he had done this, that it was a mistake, right? He would never be so evil!
Evil...Was that what he was?
He must be. He watched his blood flow down to his paws and stared at it, remembering every single cat that he had killed with these paws, remembering all the blood that coated his claws. Yes, he was evil. He was a monster. He was a murderer.
And he was furious.
He could have had a peaceful afterlife, he could have spent the rest of his days in bliss, sharing laughs with friends and fallen kin. He should have never listened to Aphidsong. He should have never killed anyone.
When he saw her again, he confronted her, snarling that his exile was her fault, that she turned him into a murderer. Aphidsong, though shocked at his predicament, fired back that it was Charhoot's decision as much as hers to destroy the Clans. It was a goal they created together, a plan they followed together. She wasn't to blame just because he didn't expect any consequences, and she damn well wasn't going to take the fall just because he couldn't handle his own guilt.
After a few moments, Aphidsong told him that they've come so far. It shouldn't be long now. Will he help her or not?
Charhoot told her that he will never hurt another cat again, before walking off and leaving her in the dark.
Aphidsong tried to work alone, but without Charhoot to help her, it was harder and more time-consuming.
When she held the grey-brown cat down, she thought it would be an easy win, but just as she was about to deliver a swift, killing bite, more cats sprang from the trees, lead by a golden tabby tom and a speckled dark grey she-cat.
The she-cat rushed to shield the grey-brown warrior, while the others surrounded Aphidsong.
Aphidsong swung around. Her eyes were no use, their bodies blurring together, and they all smelt the same. She could only rely on her hearing, which was filled with growling and spits from all directions. She tried to fend them off, tried to escape, but they held her down before she could move a whisker.
With her head pinned to the ground, her attention was forced on the cat before her, the golden tom. He told her that it was over, that no one would be hurt again because of her. He asked her why she did it, and she growled that Clan life had to end, that it was for the better. The golden tom and his companions didn't seem moved.
When Burntiger told her that they were going to beat her so hard, she would never dare threaten the Clans again, cats argued. They didn't want to just beat her up so that she could return to haunt their dreams and kill more of their loved ones.
They wanted her dead--for good.
Burntiger was hesitant, but eventually dipped his head.
Aphidsong's heart race, blood drumming in her ears so that she could only hear the beating of her heart along with her own rapid breathing as teeth were pressed against her throat.
Was this it?
Was it all for nothing?
The irony wasn't lost on her. She knew that, even if she had a good cause, cats died because of her, were killed by her. She had sunk her teeth into their throats, and now fangs were being buried into her own. It was justice, wasn't it? Or at least it was karma.
But that didn't mean she wasn't terrified. She closed her remaining eye and willed it to be fast.
Then the teeth were gone and yowls split the air once more. The weight was gone. Aphidsong opened her eyes, confused for a moment before she heard Charhoot's voice and realized what was happening.
Immediately, she shoved what cats remained around her away and hurried to his side. The two stood together, back-to-back, glaring at the living cats around them. Charhoot told them that the next cat to lay a claw on Aphidsong loses their life. Aphidsong gave a similar sentiment about him.
They put up a good fight, even outnumbered, swinging and whirling and clawing and biting until at last they were defeated, both held to the ground this time.
Burntiger told them that this was over. Their reign of terror, of haunting dreams, was at its end.
Aphidsong, crazed, rejected that, shouting how they had to keep going, how cats were going to suffer if things didn't end, how if cats didn't die now, more would die later in more painful ways. More cats would grow up to be bullied for being different, non-Clanners would be attacked for a differing lifestyle, cats would be mocked and othered for the crime of loving.
Her ranting only stopped when Charhoot's own shout cut her off. He begged her to stop, to stop everything. He told her, voice quivering, that there was nothing they could do anymore. He asked her if they hadn't suffered enough and told her to look at all this had done to her, to them. He asked if they could just go back to whatever normal they had left before they both faded to nothing.
Aphidsong hesitated, before finally agreeing.
Convinced this time that they wouldn't harm the Clans again, Burntiger gave the order to let them go.
Cats argued against this, again, and in the confusion one dark tom tackled Charhoot, claiming that he didn't get to go free, and shoved him into the depths of the Fool's Puddles.
Aphidsong leapt in after him, darkness surrounding her on all sides. But she was used to darkness now. Soon she couldn't breathe, but she kept pushing, refusing to come up for air before she could find Charhoot and drag him up with her. She would rather drown than go up without him.
At last, her paws brushed against fur and she gripped him tightly--a mirror to the time they had reunited long ago, holding each other--and burst through the surface with him.
The living cats were gone, likely convinced the two of them had drowned.
Aphidsong wished she could have torn that damned tom apart for what he tried to do! But then she looked at Charhoot, coughing and spluttering next to her, and decided that he was right. No more bloodshed. It was over.
The Clans would live--or maybe they would die someday. It wasn't their problem anymore. It hadn't been for a long time.
They laid together, soaked and muddy, and looked at each other, too tired to lift their heads from the ground. Charhoot thanked her for not letting him drown. Aphidsong thanked him for not letting some cat bite her throat out. "Anytime," he responded, and they laughed breathlessly before needing to cough again.
Maybe more cats would suffer. The thought broke Aphidsong's heart. But it was time she moved on. She couldn't keep holding this anger, she couldn't keep putting her safety on the line to make up for moons of anguish and misery.
It was time she looked to the future--not of the Clans, but of herself. There was so much of the Dark Forest she hadn't explored yet, so much to discover, even if it did come with muck and rot.
She hated that her friend had been exiled, but she couldn't wish for a better companion to be by her side.
Meanwhile, Charhoot shared the exact same thoughts, grateful to have someone to share the burden with. So long as he had Aphidsong by his side, he might as well still be in StarClan.
Whatever came next, they would face it together.
Additional Information:
--Sunk-cost fallacy is a bitch!
--Burntiger's full name suggested by @starfalcon555
--Aphid and Char's argument may seem short lived, but remember this entire story takes place, if it were canon, over six books (or at least the last five). Likely the 'a StarClan cat has been working with the antagonist this whole time!' reveal would have come at the end of book 5, followed by their argument in book 6's prologue or something, and then Char would come to the rescue at the end when they are defeated. Also this was really long and I had to make it quick.
--Since this is based off of the previous series, I also of course had to show the Clan cats being stupid and arguing instead of finding a logical solution right away.
--By the time they are defeated, Wolf has gotten her warrior name! She was the bait, while Storm was the one to shield her. The other cats were the ones who weren't convinced the other Clans were holding prisoners, and together with Storm, Wolf, and Burn, they found out how to defeat them. Burn was the leader of it, because protagonist and being important, while Storm and Wolf also had important roles. What were those roles exactly? Idk. My focus was on the baddies.
--It's hard to see on his ref, but Char does have the white StarClan-ring around his eyes!
--I do realize that having the StarClan cat be the more vehement one while the Dark Forest cat is the one pleading with them to stop is so so interesting, unfortunately I thought this too late. Rip.
--They do discuss things more and apologize verbally.
--Their pupils started out pink but turned darker and redder with more cats they killed, hence why Aphidsong's is called pink but appears red on her refsheet. She also has white clouding on her eye due to cataracts which might also make it appear lighter than it is.
In PART 1, Aphidsong's story was 6462 words long, while Charhoot's was 1132 (total story length being 7594)
PART 2, so far, is up to 4355 words (their stories are together in this one). Which isn't as much as before, but damn if it isn't still a long story!
(These do not include all the information prior to the story, like motive and stuff, nor does it include the additional information after. It is just the story itself).
Of just mine, Aphidsong and Charhoot. I haven't talked about them in a bit just because nothing is really going on with them right now. They're just vibing.
I suppose I should decide who Char's other husband is other than Redsnow, and who Aphid's wife is.
I do think there should be more G./D.K x once-living residence pairings, though, so if anyone has one you want to offer up, you're welcome to!
you said peaspore, charaphid, and silverolive are baded on the same characters. pea and spore might have kits, silver and olive had kits. was there a time you considered giving char and aphid kits?
Oh yeah, but that's because I LOVE both of their designs and having a kit with a mix of both would be awesome. But it just doesn't fit their characters and they have no reason to have kits together
Aphid also has trauma surrounding the topic, her ex-mate tried to kill her when she didn't want to have kits with him and that's been a big reason why she hasn't had kits....Though I might change that. Not to ignore that trauma, but I don't want it to forever haunt her. At some point her not wanting kits should be solely her choice and not because of PTSD, you know
