Dark Forest Resident: Owlear
Aliases / Nicknames: Kit-Warrior, Kitten
Gender: tom
Sexuality: Asexual, aromantic
Family: unnamed mother, unnamed father
Other Relations: unnamed former mentor, unnamed mentor (mother)
Clan: Riverclan
Rank: warrior
Characteristics: kills in moments of extreme emotional torment
Number of Victims: 2
Number of Murders: 2
Murder Method: biting throats, slashing
Known Victims: Duskstream, Spottedbug
Cause of Death: greencough
Cautionary Tale: Beware of your protection over your kit, as your sheltering may do more harm than good
Story:
His mother was extremely protective of him. No matter what he did, she would hover over him to make sure that he was okay. If another kit so much as poked him too hard or a warrior spoke to him too harshly, his mother would be there to bring him away from them and close to her.
He knew not to stray too far from her, as that is exactly what she taught him to never forget.
He cried at his apprentice ceremony, not wanting to leave his mother. Angered by this, his mentor was incredibly harsh, but no one would listen but his mother. She was the only one that stood up for him, that put that horrible warrior in his place and demanded the leader give him someone kinder. In fact, appoint her as his mentor.
Normally, the leader wouldn’t put mentor and kin in one, but with Owlpaw’s peculiar behaviour, this seemed to be a unique case.
Every moon, every day, every second, Owlpaw grew closer to his mother. His dependency on her grew while his mental state seemed only to revert back to kithood.
She wouldn’t let him train with the other apprentices, as the moment they hurt him, he would cry as though he were still a young kit. It seemed that, inside, he was. The leader didn’t take him into battles, knowing the likely chance that he would hurt himself.
Just as he did during his apprentice ceremony, he cried during his warrior one, sniffling during his vigil while his mother held him close.
He had no desire to hunt, or fight, or do anything that a warrior should do. He only wanted to play and stay in the nursery and listen to the elders and have everyone stop being so mean to him!
One night, he woke up panicking because he couldn’t find his feather. Pretty brown with black stripes. It was gone! The day was windy, it must have blown all the way out of camp!
He hurried after it, sniffing for it. He found it hanging by the jaw of one of his Clanmates.
Their lips were curled in a terrifying grin. Duskstream and Spottedbug played a cruel game of catch, tossing the feather back and forth to each other while Owlears desperately tried to reach for it, wailing as he begged them to stop.
They only escalated until they tore the feather in two. Owlears had screamed his lungs out, holding the feather close, trying however possible to put the comfort toy back together.
They laughed, louder and louder. They needed to be quiet! Owlears barely made it out himself, so clawed and bruised and shocked and needing his mother.
Fortunately, she appeared. Horrified as she was, she held her son close, and helped him to bury their bodies before carefully cleaning every wound and spot of blood that dotted his fur.
He couldn’t stop crying. He didn’t mean to hurt them, he didn’t!
His mother convinced him to keep quiet for the next several moons. When she passed from heart troubles, he lost his will to keep fighting, and succumbed to greencough shortly after.
Additional Information:
--Owlears was mentally a child.
--I mentioned crying a lot, but that was just to say he was really sensitive. He also gets very excited and happy.
--His feather was equivalent to a teddy bear.
--Remember that people with mental disorders are more likely to be the target and not the perpetrator. This is a blog based on books about cats, it is not a place to confirm your thoughts on the mentally ill.
--Owlears would have never hurt anyone if the two had not pushed him too far. In addition, with the way he was sheltered, he possibly wouldn’t know enough to know exactly what his actions would do, only that he could get them to stop.
--In another act of Starclan sucks, I imagine his mother went to Starclan because ‘oh she was only looking out for her kit’ whereas Owlears actually did the deed. In addition, I imagine they prevent her from visiting him in the Dark Forest due to how many were already moving over.
