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Dark Forest Resident: Pipitfeather

Aliases / Nicknames: Pip, Pipit

Gender: tom

Sexuality: homosexual

Family: Myrtlewing, Nightfly (biological fathers), Hawksplash (grandmother + caretaker), Blacksong (grandmother), Buck, Nightdrift (grandfathers), Marblegaze (great-grandmother), Redjay (great-grandfather), Bella-May (great-great-grandmother), Houndtooth (great-great-grandfather), Stubs, Lamb, Whistler (great-uncles), Grebewing (grandaunt), Greydusk, Lightstream, Swanmist, Brokenwhistle (granduncles), Sheepsorrel (uncle), Tadpolekit, Songkit (cousins once removed), Poppystone, Frostwatcher, Rosepelt, Snailnose (sisters), Ashfoot (brother), Nightbloom, Swiftstrike,Thistlebriar, (nephews), Flamesoot, Redswoop, Frondfrost (nieces)

Other Relations: Pepperfoot (mentor)

Clan: Windclan

Rank: warrior

Characteristics: kills out of boredom, manipulative

Number of Victims: 30

Number of Murders: 30

Murder Method: talking into fighting, wounds (indirectly), snapping neck, bashing head with rock, drowning, poisoning, tearing

Known Victims: Flashpaw, Applepaw, Ashfoot, Whiskhill, mother of Applepaw, Flashpaw, and Whiskhill, unnamed Clanmates, Clan cats, loners, and kittypets

Victim Profile: cats he could manipulate, his brother

Cause of Death: blinded by pepper spray, hit by a monster (car)

Cautionary Tale: ??

Story:

His caretaker was almost always busy. With five kits running between her paws, and a young queen that needed help with her kits, how could she not be?

Hawksplash was a caring she-cat, and she loved her grandkits dearly, but she could only do so much. Giving all kits enough attention to keep them happy and alive was enough work on its own, but to keep them all happy, alive, and with a lot of personal attention? All while she was grieving for her son? It was simply impossible.

So Pipitkit found ways to entertain himself. More often than not, that ended up with something that got him into trouble. Leading a patrol of kits out of the camp, making a game of ‘who can hide in the warriors den the longest?,’ tricking the younger kits into eating ‘berries,’ which were rabbit droppings.

But there was an upside to all of them, and that was the more trouble he got in, the more attention he got. With a reputation as a troublemaker, Hawksplash had to keep an eye on him, more than the others.

However, he found out pretty soon that that wasn’t as great as he thought it would be. Initially, he created trouble for the attention, but he came to like it, and now that he had attention, it was harder pulling off those things he liked.

Stars, he was bored.

As an apprentice, he had some more freedom, but there were still rules, like how you couldn’t go out without a mentor, how you had to wake up early and go to sleep early.

He did it because he felt like it. It was easy enough to talk the other apprentices into sneaking out of the camp with him--and talking those that refused into keeping their mouths shut.

They crossed the border and raided the Riverclan camp. Well, they did. As soon as no one could see him, Pipitpaw returned happily back to camp, feigning shock when the young cats were returned by a very angry Riverclan patrol.

Luckily, no one was willing to rat Pipitpaw out. They couldn’t without getting themselves in trouble. The apprentices who stayed knew and said nothing, the ones who left listened to a denmate and attacked another Clan on their own. So many of them were already hurt. It would just be mean to get another one in trouble, wouldn’t it? And it would be wrong to risk Pipitpaw’s training now that Riverclan was angry with Windclan.

These were the points he made to them. Even when Flashpaw succumbed to infection following her injuries, he made sure they kept quiet, that is while he wasn’t being nuzzled by Hawksplash for being ‘such a good Clanmate’ for staying behind.

But there was another, very critical point.

Flashpaw was dead because of him.

That was the most fascinating thing of them all.

It also made him curious. Flashpaw was dead, yet he convinced her littermates and denmates not to detail to anyone why. They had to just live with the guilt of knowing, having that regret trapped inside with no way of relieving it.

So, so fascinating indeed.

He found out soon enough how lies could slip from his tongue like honey. Two moons before he was due to become a warrior, with more freedom now, he convinced Applepaw, Flashpaw’s brother, to practise a secret move with him to impress their mentors.

Their movements became smooth as they did. Then one day, without warning, Pipitpaw switched his movements. Applepaw was caught off-guard, not expecting or prepared for Pipitpaw’s paws around his neck.

Pipitpaw was oh so horrified when he found the body.

But it wasn’t the first time a cat has mysteriously died in the Clans. And why would anyone suspect Pipitpaw, who hadn’t caused trouble since he was a kit? Stars, he was one of the very few who stayed back when his denmates went and attacked another Clan!

He never thought of hurting his family before, but his littermates weren’t idiots. Ashfoot especially.

The tom couldn’t talk to another cat without Pipitfeather there by his side, and he wanted to turn on his brother over something he couldn’t prove?

Pipitfeather tried to talk him out of it, but Ashfoot wouldn’t listen.

He chased him through the moors. Ashfoot’s higher speed almost allowed him to get away, but his paw slipped into a hole, breaking his leg. He had cried and begged for help. Pipitfeather made sure to make it quick, and smashed his head onto a rock.

Pipitfeather, much as it saddened him to do so, buried him, then ran back to camp in a panic, saying how he couldn’t find Ashfoot, how he had told him that he wanted to become a kittypet, but he didn’t think he was serious.

When asked why, Pipitfeather let it ‘spill’ that Ashfoot had admitted to accidently killing Applepaw, and couldn’t let himself live as a warrior when Applepaw could never receive his name.

That was the only thing in his life he ever felt bad for.

He couldn’t hurt anyone else for several moons. When that time passed, he killed Whiskhill, sister to Applepaw and Flashpaw. Then he moved onto their mother.

After that, he told the apprentices that were talking about how the Clan should attack Thunderclan that they definitely should listen to their leader and definitely shouldn’t attack the Clan on their own, even if they were already so well trained, and there were a lot of them, and Thunderclan wouldn’t fight back too hard because they were all apprentices....

That attack proved more fatal than the last. Two apprentices died at the scene, another slipping from life as they dragged her back to the moors.

Pipitfeather found it amusing, but it wasn’t as entertaining as it used to be.

So he shook things up, trying new things. Killing Clanmates, cats from other Clans, loners, kittypets.

Kittypets were the easiest. They had no survival training, no knowledge of how it was like to fight for survival until it counted.

But he didn’t count on the fact that they knew things he didn’t. He didn’t see, for example, that strange Twoleg using a small, rounded object to spray something at an aggressive dog, making it back down.

Of course when this killer began to prey on them, they would fight back.

Pipitfeather unknowingly chased a tom to where a group was hiding, ready to pounce. They held him still as they aimed the object, held the flap down with a tooth, and released.

It wasn’t enough to kill him, but it certainly was enough to blind him. He wobbled away, disoriented, unsure where he was going, and in too much pain to pay attention to any of his senses, even if his vision could work.

He wasn’t aware of the Thunderpath, or of the monster barreling towards him.

Additional Information:

--Character designed and named by @ambitiousauthor

--They ‘used’ a pepper spray, but couldn’t kill him with it and could only do so much with it as cats. Hence, the car.

--Also possible they stumbled with the pepper spray and he almost got away.

--He’s beefy in spite of being the runt, so his shy siblings look to him for comfort.

--I imagine Whisk, Apple, and Flash are the kits of the queen Hawksplash helped.

--Ref by Turukhan.