Dark Forest Resident: Kiteburn
Aliases / Nicknames: Starclan-hater
Family: unnamed mother, unnamed father, unnamed sister
Other Relations: unnamed mentor
Characteristics: kills to prove a point, kills those that annoy him
Murder Method: slitting throats, bashing heads into rock
Known Victims: Stonefoot, Shiverrose
Cause of Death: feline leukemia virus
It was irritating. All his life, his opinion never mattered. The only thing anyone ever seemed to care about was Starclan.
Don’t talk back to your elders! What would Starclan think?
Listen to your mentor, or what would Starclan think?
They even put it in the code to thank Starclan! If they were so great, what did they think the amazing Starclan would do? That their brilliant, kind ancestors would punish them for failing to say ‘thank you’ after catching some random mouse?
His feeling of injustice increased when, refusing to thank Starclan, he was punished and made to take care of the elders in the hopes that the older cats could talk some sense into him.
That, they certainly tried. Complaining about today’s youth and all. Nothing that actually changed Kitepaw’s opinion. In fact, it greatly hardened them.
For refusing to thank some random ancestors he never even met, he was forced to stop all hunting and fighting, things actual useful for the Clan to know, for an entire day.
And what of his opinion? No one bothered to hear him out, to even ask why he felt such a way.
Brainless ants, the lot of them! Mindlessly following the laws created generations ago, believing that some dead cats could control anything that happened in the Clans if they didn’t like what someone was doing!
If that was the case, wouldn’t all the stories of Tigerstar, Scourge, Sparktail, and who knows how many others, wouldn’t exist? Starclan demands thanks for all they do, and in return they allow murderers and killers to roam free, doing no more than to give a vague warning only helpful when the warriors are at the brink of irreversible damage?
They couldn’t stop him from being diagnosed with Pale-sickness, that was for sure. Laying in the medicine den with an elder, Stonefoot, it was hinted to him that maybe, just maybe, he would be perfectly healthy if had never bad-mouthed Starclan as an apprentice.
Was he joking? Bad-mouthing a sick and dying Clanmate, blaming them for their death?
At least that was the good thing about dying, wasn’t it? There was no such thing as consequences.
He killed Stonefoot to begin. He wasn’t going to initially, but the old bat had dug his own grave. He slit the elder’s throat after the medicine cat left for the Half-moon meeting, then hurried after.
Shiverrose made sure to be early due to her limp that often slowed her down. Lucky for Kiteburn, she was quick enough to ensure that they would be alone long enough to get the job done.
Afterall, if Starclan is so powerful, surely they can prevent the death of a devoting medicine cat right at their most sacred spot?
He wasn’t surprised when they failed. He padded away, seeing the other medicine cats arrive in the distance, off to a field of heathers and gorse, where he happily laid to die.
--Pale--sickness is FelV disease, and is called so due to paling gums and whitening eyes, both of which Kiteburn had as symptoms.
--Shiverrose was actually a killer too, and likely thought it was a revenge killing until Kiteburn told her “nah I just wanted to prove a point.” To which she would respond, “oh damn, me too.”