#shiningkit

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Depression couldn't kill me forever lmao what up

[mothmans-warriors-designs]

Shining- is also a cool name I think it might be the only use of it? Okay I checked it is. Same with her mate's prefix, Brave actually. I guess it makes sense to keep these only for this family because they're based on real people but they are nice names

Born: Unknown

First Appeared: Long Shadows

Died: Unknown, Pre-Cloudstar's Journey

Mother: Unknown

Father: Unknown

Mate: Braveheart

Kit: Brightspirit

Mentor: Unknown

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Moon 29

Fernpaw gets her RBF from Yellowsnout

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Dark Forest Resident: Flickerpine

Aliases / Nicknames: The Elder Killer, Flickerspine

Gender: tom

Family: Blazepad (mother), Russetnose (mother), Birchcloud, biological father), Lionfeather (brother), Birdsun (half-sister)

Other relations: Alderstar (mentor), unnamed mentor

Clan: Shadowclan

Characteristics: mainly targets elders, initially killed to test how it felt, kills to feel calm

Number of Victims: 7

Number of Murders: 6

Murder Method: pushing over cliff

Known Victims: Petalflight, Willowpool, Acornstripe, Yellowspots, Tigertail, Cedarwing

Cause of Death: slit throat

Cautionary Tale: it is not a story for the young, rather the elder. When especially old and losing their state of mind, leaders are advised to not let their elders leave the camp for anything other than emergency or to go to the dirtplace. This is simply due to their confusion, but a tale is connected to this law, one that warns of a siren calling to the confused, luring them further and further across the forest floor, until they suddenly find that there is nothing beneath them.

Story:

They were liars.

Flickerpaw had watched in stunned silence as the Clan erupted into chaos, argues flying back and forth, accusations swinging with them. Alderstar, their leader, their protector, their friend, was a murderer.

It just couldn’t be true.

Along with Birdsun, Shiningtail, and Lionfeather, then all kits, he played with Alderstar for what could have truly been every day. Even as the deputy he would let them ride on his back, or nibble on his legs without complaint as they pretended he was an enemy warrior.

He once carried Birdkit when she sprained her paw all the way to the medicine den, and the same for Flickerkit to his mother, Blazepad, when he got too tired while playing.

How could a warrior be so kind to kits, yet vile enough to murder his own friends and Clanmates in horrendous ways? And for what?

Besides, he was best friends with the medicine cat, the only one a Clan should trust more than their deputy or leader.

He refused to believe it for the next several days, even when Myrtlewing disappeared overnight. Flickerpaw was given a new mentor, one he certainly didn’t want. A grumpy senior warrior who always told Flickerkit and his siblings to bugger off when they asked to play. Nothing like Alderstar.

Then news came forward that Myrtlewing had attacked Fernpaw, and two and two were put together. The Clan was shaken. Not only had its own leader been killing them, but so was their medicine cat. The Clan discussed in wails, further connecting who some of their victims must have been.

Okay, maybe they were killers. At this point, Flickerpaw had a tough time denying that. Somehow, still.... he couldn’t shake the feeling that the way in which the Clan spoke of them, spitting or whispering their names, was wrong.

He kept thinking for a long time, watching his Clanmates, a couple times surprised to catch himself thinking about what it would be like to kill them. Flickerpine decided to find out.

Both Alderstar and Myrtlewing had been wise while they were still around, and incredibly nice to the kits. Alderstar had been his first mentor, too, and was patient to the end. Maybe he really was a killer, and maybe for good reason.

Flickerpine found the elder, Petalflight, wandering the trees. Her muzzle was almost entirely grey, and her eyesight had dwindled. Flickerpine guessed that she had gotten confused again. He offered to return her to camp, and began to do just that. Then he realized his opportunity and led her away.

He wasn’t sure where he was going, or even how he would kill her. It seemed the answer found him. Lost in his thoughts, he had almost crashed over a cliff hidden by overhanging ferns. Peering over the edge, he saw that it wasn’t incredibly high, but sharp rocks littered the bottom. An elder would certainly not survive it. He didn’t have to say anything at all, only keep his mouth shut as Petalflight walked unknowingly forward into danger.

The Clan panicked. Of course, with everything that had happened, they would worry that a killer was once again among them.

But that couldn’t stop Flickerpine, not anymore. He understood everything. It was as though he had lifted every weight that had ever been on his back and threw it over the cliff, never to be seen again. It was freeing, it was the gasp of air when your head broke the surface of water.

He laid low for the next several moons, but the need grew too much to bear. Yellowspots, Petalflight’s mate, had gone to look for her on several occassions. While out collecting branches to repair dens, Flickerpine made sure to run into him and offer assistance with his better-working nose.

Of course, the scent was well gone by now, but how could an elder with no smell know that?

Yellowspots only had enough time to look over the edge and gasp before Flickerpine pushed him down.

Less moons have passed now. Flickerpine was getting increasingly eager with every kill. The more he pushed, the more he wanted to do it again.

The next were two at the same time, another pair of mates: Willowpool and Acornstripe, then later Acornstripe’s brother Tigertail. 

The final one was a warrior. Flickerpine had managed to kill all the Clan’s elders without getting caught!

Cedarwing was the daughter of Petalflight’s and Yellowspots’s son, and worried sick. Flickerpine caught her while ‘hunting,’ and said that he just saw some birds circling something in the distance.

Cedarwing had been so distraught, racing forward so fast Flickerpine struggled to keep up to make sure she went in the right direction. Unfortunately, leaf-fall had caused the fern-cover to wrinkled into itself, and she saw the edge in time to skid to a halt. 

Luckily, her surprise was enough to keep her light-footed, and with a simple body slam, she went screeching over.

Flickerpine returned to his territory, picked up the fresh-kill he was carrying, and felt teeth sink into his throat.

(on back)

Additional Information:

--I don’t know, I just really wanted to make this guy!

--Cedarwing ended up surviving, but was horribly injured.

--I also thought it would be interesting to have Flickerpine killed by another serial killer. I don’t know who yet.

--Yeah his method of not getting caught was to never actually leave the camp with his victim(s), but conveniently be out and about at the same time. No one became suspicious because with so few numbers, basically everyone was doing the same thing.

Comments? Questions? Ask!

[milkfakearts]

A design I applied for a "founder" cat for in WOTZ. Each founder was based off a zodiac in the lore of the RP. This design was based off the “Sundew” zodiac, and was the chosen character from my batch!

Their name is currently Shiningkit!

Gonna have fun playing around with the snobbier of zodiacs.

@warriorsofthezodiac

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Big wins and big losses this moon... my baby boy...

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Moon 34

buckle up guys

the fuckery begins now

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Fatal Wound (short story)

Aldereyes lowered himself into a stalking crawl. Slowly, he krept forward, his feet lightly skimming the clearing floor. Ahead, a cat's head tilted, unsuspecting of the coming danger. 

Aldereyes tasted the air, letting the scent bathe his tongue. It was to check that the wind had not shifted– although he doubted his target would notice anything off– and the scent, so little fear just moments before the pounce, almost lulled him into a trance.

He put his feet into position, about to leap, when growling sounded beside him and he felt teeth poke at his leg.

“I got you!” came the squeal of delight. 

Aldereyes gasped, stumbling to the ground. He held his leg close to his body, as if it hurt. “Drast! I’ll get you, Thunderclanner!” He lashed out, claws sheathed and slow enough for the kits to easily move, but not so slow that they noticed.

“Get his paws!” the kits gasped, and in a second kits were spilling in from all over, including his ‘target.’ He was amazed at the strength they accumulated in their numbers, but he still made sure to  fix his paws to the ground to make them think that they were holding him still. 

“It’s going to take more than that to take me down, Shadowclan fifth!” Aldereyes mocked a growl. He rolled onto his stomach and began to lift up with his hind legs.

Birdkit gaped. “He’s getting away!”

“Hold him down!” Lionkit said, gripping tighter on Aldereyes’s paws, nibbling it.

“It’s not working!” Shiningkit wailed.

“I got it!” one squeaked. Using Aldereyes’s front legs, Flickerkit climbed up along to Aldereyes’s shoulder and then neck. Aldereyes pretended to shake him off just enough to make the kit dig its claws in a little. “Victory to Shadowclan!” Flickerkit squealed, too close to Aldereyes’s ear for comfort, then bit into his neck, or rather, into the fur around his neck.

Aldereyes gasped, then stood quickly. Flickerkit fell off with a yelp of surprise.

Whipping around, he faced the kits, emitting a snarl. The kits started, round-eyed, then looked at each other as if they could see the answer to their questions of “what should we do?” in their denmates’ eyes.

Then Aldereyes’s eyelids fluttered, and he made a show of swaying one way, then the other, before finally collapsing onto the ground.

The kits kept their distance for a few heartbeats, then stepped forward to poke him. “Is he dead?”

Pawsteps– louder than kits’s– sounded closer. Myrtlewing loomed over Aldereyes a second before bending over and ‘inspecting’ the wound. 

“A fatal bite!” he announced dramatically. “Victory to Shadowclan!”

Instantly, the kits bounced around randomly, high-pitched cheering in made-up words.

After several moments more, Aldereyes rolled onto his side and sat up. The kits gathered in front of him excitedly. “You fell for the distraction!” Lionkit, in front, grinned. “Did you notice?”

Aldereyes dipped his head. “I do now. Very clever!”

Shiningkit pushed forward. “And we attacked from all sides, just like a normal ambush, right?”

Aldereyes nodded in approval. “Yes!” not counting the part where their heads poked out of the grass in full view. “You’re all going to be very fine warriors.”

Flickerkit tilted his head. “I didn’t hurt you too much, did I?”

Aldereyes looked to Myrtlewing. “It sure hurts a lot! What do you think, Myrtlewing?”

Myrtlewing leaned closer and checked the wound again. “I’m surprised you’re still standing! But you’ll live.”

“I’m so sorry!” Flickerkit gasped.

“Why?” Aldereyes asked, bending down once again to level with the kit. “You defeated the deputy! You should be proud! You’ll make an amazing warrior one day.” He leaned in closer, so that the other kits wouldn’t overhear and become jealous. “Maybe even a good deputy and leader!”

Flickerkit gasped again, this time of joy. His eyes widened, sparkling with delight. “Really?” 

Aldereyes nodded. “Keep up the good work.” He looked to the other kits. “But you may have some competition!” 

Already Flickerkit was racing away, calling to his mother, who was dozing outside the nursery, “Blazepad! Blazeplad! Guess what the deputy just told me!”

“Aldereyes.”

Whatever Flickerkit had said next was drowned out by Sorrelmask. The warrior looked solemn, her gaze shocked and lost. She was sent on patrol along with two others to find Aldereye’s father, the leader of the Clan, who had gone missing during a terrible storm yesterday at dusk. “I’m so sorry. We found Stormstar.”

Aldereyes made sure to prick his ears. Beside him, Myrtlewing hurried to his den, pretending to collect supplies. Smart. 

Sorrelmask shook her head. “He didn’t survive the storm. A rock fell, and…. It’s not pretty. I’m not sure if we should bring him into the camp. I don’t think the kits should see this.”

Aldereeyes faked a long moment of shock, staring wordlessly with his mouth gaping, falling to the side until Sorrelmask supported him. “Show me.” he said. As if he didn’t already know.

Sorrelmask did. After another moment of ‘shock’ and ‘agony,’ and agreeing with Sorrelmask’s assessment, he returned to the camp and padded to the medicine den.

Myrtlewing was already placing traveling herbs for when Aldereyes would need to receive his nine lives at the Moonstone–he had left briefly to ‘heal Stormstar’s wounds’ but left shaking his head in definite-disappointment when he saw the body. But Aldereyes knew him more than anyone, and he caught the glint of humour in his gaze.

“Is anyone with you?” Myrtlewing asked.

Aldereyes listened for pawsteps. “No.”

Myrtlewing kept his voice hushed anyways. “Did they say anything about the death?”

“No,” Aldereyes told him, a mischievous grin creeping its way onto his lips. “They think it was an accident because of the storm.”

“It does fit his name,” Myrtlewing chuckled. “And personality. He did go out in the storm himself. We didn’t have to force him at all!”

“Good thing I didn’t get his share of brains,” Aldereyes agreed.

“You didn’t get anything from him,” Myrtlewing assured. “You’re nothing alike.” Then a new light entered his expression, and he straightened. “Except for having nine lives. Alderstar,” he said, bowing with drama. 

Aldereyes rolled his eyes, but thrill began to buzz through him. He would get nine lives! “Who should I pick as deputy?”

“That’s your choice.”

“But what do you think?”

Myrtlewing shrugged. “Someone worthy, someone good at organizing patrols but not smart enough to figure out what we’re doing.”

Aldereyes paused. Then, half-jokingly, said “too bad Flickerkit’s too young.”

Myrtlewing shrugged again, pushing the herbs toward him. “We can always kill whoever you pick. And if you mentor Flickerkit and stay a close friend to him, then, he won’t exactly be quick to betray you, will he?”

“Good thinking,” Aldereyes replied. Flickerkit was cute, and clever. Hopefully both things stayed throughout his life. They tended to leave when a kit became a ‘paw. 

Myrtlewing pointed him toward the den entrance. “We can talk about this later. Put your crying face on and get out there. The Clan needs their deputy.”

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I couldn’t resist another story. 

--The pair killed Stormstar, but NOT for ambition or just to make Aldereyes leader. He was a bad father to Aldereyes and since the two are serial killers anyways, why not kill him?

--Yes the two are actually very good with kits. The names of them are mostly random, but now I kinda want to make Flickerkit a bigger character. Maybe he grows up to be evil and eventually ends up in the Dark Forest?