#lampreypelt

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okay I am VERY sorry but I just had the most CURSED AS FUCK idea

the above meme (iykyk) but Webstripe is the guy on the top and Harriernose, Horsejaw, and Lampreypelt are the guys on the bottom

I am once again very sorry for this but if I have to be cursed with this thought then so do the rest of you 😩😩😩😩

I DIDN'T REALIZE THE PURPLE WAS PART OF THE OUTFIT AND THOUGHT THE PROPOTIONS WERE SO WEIRD AND THE IMPLICATION HERE WAS THAT WEBSTRIPE HAS A DUMPTRUCK ASS

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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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Lampreypelt would 100% complain about not going to Starclan

he's going to be complaining about the foot up his ass real soon

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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!

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!!!

I especially like the idea of legs on one side being longer than the other, it's neat!

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Hillfeather and Lampreypelt’s kits!

Genetically accurate bc why not

THEY'RE ALL SO PRETTY

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“ABORT FUCKING MISSION!”

Lampreypelt barely had time to jump back before Webstripe barreled down the incline in a tangle of puffed up fur.

The brown tom- Dustheart- narrowed his eyes.

“Who the hell-“

“Lemme guess, your name’s ‘Dust’ something?”

Lampreypelt perked up. When Webstripe knew something ahead of time, it usually meant some shit was going either down, sideways, or, more rarely, both.

Dustheart nodded, and Webstripe nodded.

“Good, good, you need to get the fuck out of here.” For emphasis, Webstripe bristled the fur along his spine.

“What-!?”

“We do not want someone like you in this group. So piss off before whoever you pissed off comes calling.” He punctuated the sentence by swatting the tom until Dustheart backed away, looking confused and enraged.

When the tom was out of earshot, Lampreypelt tilted his head.

“One of your hunches, or an actual tip this time?”

Webstripe shuddered.

“You should thank whatever star still shines on you that I get those ‘tips’”

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Lampreypelt, watching all his buddies get their asses whooped, knowing he’s next:

can't wait!