#hillfeather

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Dark Forest Resident: Streamfleck

Aliases / Nicknames: Mama’s Boy, Weakling, Overgrown Kit, Reverse Leech

Gender: male

Sexuality: homosexual, demiromantic

Family: Gorsebriar (mother), unnamed father

Other Relations: unnamed mentor

Clan: Riverclan

Rank: warrior

Characteristics: kills in frustration, hemophiliac (type A), very skittish

Number of Victims: 1 (accidentally)

Number of Murders: 1 (accidentally)

Murder Method: shoving off hill, breaking neck

Known Victims: Hibiscusdrift

Victim Profile: bullies

Cause of Death: blood loss, killed by Hillfeather

Cautionary Tale: ??

Story:

He didn’t mean to kill Hibiscusdrift.

Sure, she was cruel to him, putting thorns in his nest as a “harmless prank,” unaware that his disorder made him bleed so much that the leader thought a cat had been killed in the night and almost declared war before things were explained.

But he didn’t want to kill her!

He had been aiming for her brother. Tigereyes, the worst of his bullies, the one who went too far too often.

But Tigereyes had leapt out of the way at the last possible minute, raking claws across his flank. It was too late to stop though. His momentum (despite his admittedly unimpressive size) was too great.

Hibiscusdrift never stood a chance. He slammed into her with a force like a cat twice his size, knocking her off her paws and over the ledge.

Her neck snapped like a dried out branch, and if that didn’t kill her, Streamfleck landing on top of her certainly did the trick.

He was hauled back to camp by the scruff, instinct making him curl up into a little ball. He could feel Tigereyes growling through his scruff.

He was thrown into the middle of camp,  barely able to process the blood pooling out at his paws.

Was it Hibiscusdrift’s? He wondered numbly, cold seeping in through his thin fur.

No, that couldn’t be right.

This blood was his own.

Additional Information:

--Submission by @ambitiousauthor​

--Ref by Turukhan

--Read his mother’s bio for more info.

--His voice sounds like the singer in ‘Why Worry”

--His theme songs are: Novacaine by fall out boy, Why worry by set it off

--Like his mom, he has hemophilia

--Unlike his mom, he’s a poor little meow meow

--He has the body type of a small victorian orphan

--His design is a pain to draw.

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Dark Forest Resident: Gorsebriar

Aliases / Nicknames: Mama

Gender: female

Sexuality: lesbian

Family: unnamed mother, unnamed father, unnamed mate, Streamfleck (son)

Other Relations: unnamed mentor

Clan: Riverclan

Rank: warrior

Characteristics: fiercely protective, kills to protect her son, hemophiliac (type A)

Number of Victims: 1

Number of Murders: 1

Murder Method: slashing throat

Known Victims: Hillfeather

Victim Profile: cats who harm her son

Cause of Death: blood loss

Cautionary Tale: ??

Story:

Her baby was born already bleeding. When the medicine cat finally stopped the crimson flow, he told the weakened Gorsebriar that he thought that she might have a bleeding disease, and that she had passed it to her son.

She lay in the nursery as she slowly recovered, cared for by the medicine cat’s apprentice

By the time she had recovered completely, her baby had changed from Streamkit to Streampaw-- though he still preferred to sleep in the nursery with his mother.

However, this did not go unnoticed by Hillfeather, who had recently welcomed an energetic litter of seven and wasn’t thrilled to share the den with an apprentice.

Gorsebriar noticed the scratches on her son that night, and confronted Hillfeather, who merely swatted her until her face bled and the medicine cat was called.

By the time she recovered from this, Hillfeather’s abuse of Streamfleck had increased. He was constantly weak from bloodloss, and trembled if any cat who wasn’t his mother approached him. Hillfeather taught her kits to do the same, and they finally goaded him one too many times. He had snapped, grabbing Hibiscusdrift and shoving her roughly over an incline, where she had fallen onto a rock- her neck snapping on impact.

He was brought to the Clan by the siblings of Hibiscusdrift, and Gorsebriar rushed to his side, hissing at anyone who tried to separate them.

He was meant to be exiled.

He should’ve been guarded.

He should’ve been treated by the medicine cat.

But Gorsebriar awoke to her son cold as ice beside her, his silver fur matted in blood from a scratch on his flank. Even in death he had snuggled close to his mother, seeking comfort. Gorsebriar screamed her loss so loudly that twolegs stopped and complained from the Twolegplace.

She screamed loud enough reach the stars.

Hillfeather licked her paws outside.

“A life for a life.” She had said.

She had known.

Known that with his disorder, he wouldn’t stop bleeding.

Gorsebriar saw red.

The next thing she knew, Hillfeather’s blood was everywhere, and her own blood covered the body of her sweet kit. She lay down next to him, still trying to groom him as her vision went black.

Additional Information:

--Submission by @ambitiousauthor​

--Actually got this ready several times and it did not save!

--Girl did nothing wrong, neither did her son

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Dark Forest Resident: Hillfeather

Aliases / Nicknames: Mom, Fiona

Gender: female

Sexuality: bisexual

Family: unnamed mother, unnamed father, Lampreypelt (‘mate’) Tigereyes, Frecklepelt, Cinderfoot, Kitewhisker, Leechkit(sons) Thorndapple, Hibiscusdrift, Nightpurr, Lampreykit (daughters)

Other Relations: unnamed mentor

Clan: Riverclan

Rank: warrior

Characteristics: kills in revenge, lashes out at the son of her abuser, formerly a kittypelt, lashes out at the son of her abuser, noticeably dull eyes

Number of Victims: 1

Number of Murders: 1

Murder Method: clawing

Known Victims: Streamfleck

Victim Profile: son of her abuser

Cause of Death: killed by Gorsebriar

Cautionary Tale: ??

Story:

She never wanted to go into the forest.

But when Lampreypelt squeezed in through the cat flap and suggested it when she was barely six moons old, how could she resist the promise of adventure? A full grown wild cat as her guide? Things couldn’t be better!

Then he got more insistent, refusing to let her leave the woods, promising that her new life would be better, and then ‘think about how our kits would feel if they were raised in a twolegplace!’

There was another queen in the nursery when Fiona became Hillfeather and moved into the den.

Gorsebriar. She was calm, collected, and didn’t take any nonsense. Hillfeather almost admired that until she saw Gorsebriar’s son. He was small and sickly, and-- worst of all-- he had the same dappled legs as Lampreypelt.

Hillfeather hated him from that point on. Hated the blood that he shed all over the nursery.

She smacked him if he came anywhere near her precious babies, sending him crying to the medicine den to see his mother.

Soon enough he learned to stay away, but-- just in case he didn’t take the hint, she taught all of her babies to attack any silver cat. They took the lessons to heart, and gleefully jumped at any silver cat that came near their mother. They even clawed at their father once, until he sent Tigerkit flying across the nursery, snarling at his children that if they ever so much as unsheathed a claw against him, he would make them regret being born.

Tigerkit had looked at his mother with wide eyes, and she had to look away, to hide her shame somehow.

When Streampaw finally received his apprentice name, Hillfeather was excited to have the nursery to herself. She was pregnant with another litter, after all, and could’ve used the space for her first litter.

But no.

Gorsebriar decided to keep her darling baby close, rather than putting him in the apprentice den where he belonged.

That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Hillfeather began to unsheathe her claws when she chased him away.

Finally, she had peace and quiet.

When her first litter finally left the den, when they finally got their warrior names, and her second litter was born, tragedy struck before she could even name them.

Tigereyes led the patrol back into camp, gripping a bleeding Streamfleck in his jaws like a mother carrying a kit. Frecklepelt was beside him, carrying the corpse of Hibiscusdrift.

Hillfeather’s world stopped.

When it started again, when Lampreypelt hissed at her to move, she wailed and rushed to her baby.

The leader decided on exile after a too-long deliberation.

That wasn’t good enough.

Hillfeather snuck past the guard, shushing Streamfleck’s pained noises as she dug her claws into his flank. Soon, her paws were coated in blood. Blood created by Lampreypelt.

She could hear her two newborns crying in the nursery as she groomed blood off her paws the next morning. Heard the anguish in Gorsebriar’s wail as she found her son’s corpse.

“A life for a life.” She murmured to herself.

Little did she know that Gorsebriar heard her.

Additional Information:

--Submission by @ambitiousauthor​

--Ref by Turukhan

--BITCH, and hypocrite. Streamfleck was just as innocent as her own kits.

--If she never met Lampreypelt, she would’ve gone to Starclan

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@ambitiousauthor

An Idea: Hillfeather becomes friends with Oakberry and Hollygorse and becomes semi-redeemed through them

They see Bumblefern in her and Lampreypelt in Marshtooth

So they teach her that what Lampreypelt did to her was wrong, but also that she had no reason to take her anger out on Streamfleck

and maybe Oakberry and Hollygorse also help Hillfeather brutally k-word Lampreypelt for good

as a treat :3

three cheers for potential redemption!

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Hillfeather and Lampreypelt’s kits!

Genetically accurate bc why not

THEY'RE ALL SO PRETTY

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Lampreypelt: I just wanted to see if Hillfeather was here? Calm down dude

Stumppaw, knowing what he’s up to: AUNTY ALOEMIST GET THE ANTS. WE’VE GOT A BITCH TO EXORCISE.

the pure energy this ask gives off…. Chaos, perfection, bitches, it has everything