Dark Forest Resident: Rabbitsky
Aliases / Nicknames: Scaredy-mouse
Family: unnamed mother, unnamed father, unnamed stillborn littermates, Stemjay (mate), unnamed unborn kits
Other Relations: unnamed mentor
Characteristics: easily frightened, flight response, shy, low self-esteem
Murder Motive: self-preservation, panic
Number of Victims: 1+ (unintentionally)
Number of Murders: 1+ (unintentionally)
Murder Method: abandoning when in danger
Known Victims: Stemjay, unborn kits
Victim Profile: his pregnant mate
Cause of Death: yellowcough
From the moment he stepped out of the nursery, Rabbitsky hated fighting. Anything confrontational or competitive sparked anxiety in him rather than the excitement that seemed to be normal for everyone else. Even when it came to playfights, he was too filled with worries and thoughts of what he was doing wrong to actually enjoy any of the games, and instead spent most of his time listening to the elder's stories or laying next to his mother.
This behaviour didn't go unnoticed by his peers, who teased him about it, calling him names and whispering 'scaredy-mouse' in his ear whenever he seemed afraid--of going into battle, training, anything.
Then Stempaw, who Rabbitpaw hardly spoke to at all, stood up for him, demanding that the others either apologize or leave him alone. She was fierce and the strongest of the apprentices, so they didn't challenge her, walking off with a glare over their shoulders.
Rabbitpaw thanked her profusely, then they started talking and they never stopped.
Rabbitsky loved Stemjay with every bone in his body, every fur that lined his coat, every cell that made up his entire being. Some days, it was hard to just look at her and not become overwhelmed with affection.
She asked him to go on a walk with her, nothing unusual, and he agreed, mooning after her as if they were still young paws and not fully-grown warriors who have been mates for several moons now.
She sat him down, smiling, and told him that he was going to be a father.
Rabbitsky yowled with joy, bouncing on his paws before curling around Stemjay in a loving embrace. A father!
His noise had attracted a fox...no, not a fox, it was much bigger...the moment it showed its massive head, eyes wild, teeth long and sharp and dripping with drool, Rabbitsky ran.
It wasn't a deliberate choice.
He never meant to leave, especially not with Stemjay still behind him.
It was an uncontrollable panic response, his body's choice, not his, and the second he was able to slow and regain control, he spun around and hurried back, but it was too late.
All because of him. If he wasn't such a scaredy-mouse, if he wasn't such a coward...!
He helped a patrol chase the beast off, but there was no victory taken in its defeat. Nothing made him feel better. It was too late.
He hardly got out of his nest after that, only doing so when others pushed him to do it. Moons passed by numbly.
When Leaf-bare came, and with it, sickness, Rabbitsky refused treatment. He didn't deserve to be saved.
The life he would have had, the life he threw away, was gone. There was nothing left for him.
--Intention was to make a funny scared resident, ended up making it angsty, as usual.
--I imagine this takes around the same time as Goosefeather's Curse