Dark Forest Resident: Snailbush
Aliases / Nicknames: Dirt-Tail
Gender: she-cat
Sexuality: homosexual, biromantic
Family: unnamed mother, unnamed father, two unnamed brothers
Other Relations: unnamed mentor
Clan: Thunderclan
Rank: warrior
Characteristics: easily irritated, always has to have the last word, pessimistic
Murder Motive: wanting an annoyance to leave
Number of Victims: 1 (unintentionally)
Number of Murders: 1 (unintentionally)
Murder Method: neglect
Known Victims: Bramblekit
Victim Profile: kit that annoyed her
Cause of Death: greencough
Cautionary Tale: ??
Story:
In all fairness to her, the kit was an absolute nightmare.
He never listened to anyone, pointed at all adults and kits who weren’t his parents and called them rude names. They were kit-standard insults, but it still made Snailbush grind her teeth.
All her life, she had to have the last word. And if she couldn’t find it, she would fight to be the one on top. But she couldn’t do that with a kit. She couldn’t hit him--she wasn’t one to strike a kit, but Bramblekit was a special, horrible case. She couldn’t even fire back verbally.
She didn’t want to hurt--actually hurt--the kit, much as she tended to fantasize to. But who didn’t think about smacking around a kit that listened to nobody and spat at everybody?
She even tried to make sure that the kit kept out of trouble numerous times, having to drag him away from the camp wall to prevent him from trying to escape--oh, sorry--”explore.”
She warned him multiple times of the consequences that would happen. When she saw him, once again, digging at the camp wall, Snailbush turned away. Yes, she thought that the kit facing actual consequences would be funny now that her irritation had broken through completely. Not to mention, maybe Bramblekit would actually finally learn something.
But she didn’t really think that something would happen. When does stuff you hope to happen actually happen anyway?--and she wasn’t hoping something would happen.
But then a patrol returned to the camp with Bramblekit’s limp body. He had apparently climbed on wet, slippery rocks by the stream and tripped, snapping his neck.
His mother’s wail kept Snailbush up for the next three nights.
Bramblekit wasn’t missed that much. He was warned, and decided to go out and do something dangerous anyway.
No matter how many times Snailbush tried to make herself feel better, none of it stuck.
A kit was dead. She could have prevented it.
A mother was mourning. She could have prevented it.
For moons, Snailbush wanted to make up for what she had done, but wasn’t sure how. Her mind was so overwhelmed with her thoughts and her guilt that she slipped up many times while hunting and patrolling, so she couldn’t even make the loss up for her Clan.
She finally stepped up when Bramblekit’s mother caught greencough. Snailbush fetched fresh moss and bedding for her, and stayed to groom her fur, much to the medicine cat’s annoyance.
How funny to think that only four days in, her atonement was met with punishment.
She caught greencough.
Additional Information:
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