Dark Forest Resident: Waxfeather
Aliases / Nicknames: Mouse-brain, Worst Mom in Shadowclan, Wax, The Flighty One
Gender: female
Sexuality: heterosexual
Family: Downystripe, Gladepelt (uncle),Sundapple (brother), Blackkit (son), Mudkit (daughter), four unnamed dark kits, unnamed mate
Other Relations: Gladepelt (mentor)
Clan: Shadowclan
Rank: queen
Characteristics: vain, overly confident, neglects others to make herself seem better
Number of Victims: 5+
Number of Murders: 2
Method of Harm: neglect
Murder Method: drowning
Known Victims: her kits, Sundapple, Redears
Victim Profile: family
Cause of Death: killed by firework
Cautionary Tale: ??
Story:
Waxpaw knew that she was special. Gladepelt told her so! He always brought her prey, and when she had kits, he went out of his way to help her take care of the kittens, telling her not to mind all the disgusted comments that clung to their kits like a second pelt.
The problem was that Waxpaw didn’t really want kits. She wanted to ditch them with Redears, but the mollie was still mourning her ‘son,’ even though she hadn’t even given birth to the little furball. She kept pestering Redears, almost jumping for joy when she finally agreed.
But Redears had recoiled when she had seen the pair. “What’s.. wrong with them?” She had whispered.
“Obviously nothing.” Waxpaw had said, then walked away with her nose turned up.
As she grew older, and got her warrior name, Waxfeather’s disdain for her kits only grew. Why had Starclan given her such ugly kits? Mudkit cried constantly, curled into a ball in the nursery, while Blackkit made other kits cry constantly with his ugly little face.
She started ignoring them, leaving them with Sundapple every chance she got. He wasn’t busy, after all, and he could easily look after a pair of ugly hairballs like her ‘kits.’
Her resentment grew more when her little nightmares started interfering with her love life. Many toms were scared off once they saw Blackkit, and none of them lasted past Mudkit’s erratic behavior.
This had to be fixed.
She grabbed Mudkit first, dragging the crying kit out into the woods while everyone was asleep. She left the scrap of fur by the river that ran through the territory, making sure to hiss at her for good measure.
Sure enough, after the initial outcry over Mudkit’s disappearance, her luck with the toms improved!
However, there was still a major problem.
Blackkit. He looked too much like her.
So she took out the middleman and dropped him into the river directly. The foolish kit had actually believed her when she said she would take him to his sister!
As she walked back to camp, her mind was racing. Maybe if she’d been more alert, she would’ve noticed the Twoleg colourstick rushing towards her.
Additional Information:
--Submission by @ambitiousauthor
--We love Blackkit and Mudkit in this house. YES we do
--Blackkit has a cleft palate, and Mudkit has severe behavioral problems
--Guess who’s getting more cat Trauma! (Tim)
--Damn, baby is a firework, huh?