Dark Forest Resident: Stickpaw
Aliases / Nicknames: Little Shit, Mouse-Cat,Violent Idiot, Little Twerp
Gender: tom
Sexuality: unspecified
Family: Flamefur (mother), Logpelt (father)
Other Relations: unnamed mentor
Clan: Windclan
Rank: apprentice
Characteristics: rash, excitable, rowdy, loves his Clan
Number of Victims: 23
Number of Murders: 0
Murder Method: N/A
Method of Harm: joining battles and hurting cats he has no business interacting with
Known Victims: various Shadowclan and Riverclan cats
Victim Profile: warriors and apprentices from enemy Clans
Cause of Death: exhaustion and being hit by a giant monster (car)
Cautionary Tale: often told about to hyper apprentices as a way to make them calm down
Story:
Stickkit liked fighting.
Clan kits are encouraged to envision the other Clans as enemies. However, Stickkit’s open despisement of Riverclan and Shadowclan went a few words over the line, and he was often scolded by his father.
“Stickkit, I don’t care if you were spying, you where going to get yourself killed.”
“Stickkit, don’t scratch them that hard.”
“You violent mousebrain!”
“I canit believe this shit anymore, Stickkit!”
“I wish you were never born!”
Stickpaw was excited when he became an apprentice. But, much like his father, his mentor didn’t seem to have much an interest in him. None positive, anyway.
When he could, he fought some random Shadowclan and Riverclan cats.
Even when a battle occurred between said Clans without Windclan involvement, he leaped in, clawing at various cats. He encountered a black-furred warrior in which he leaped onto, clawing and scratching at his chest with his hind paws. As the warrior flung him off, Stickpaw bit down dangerously on one of his toes.
He spit it out, failing to recover in time before various warriors beat him up, and he ran away crying and bleeding. He ran into a large rabbit hole. A mother and her babies resided in and tried to chase him out, but he managed to kill her and kick out her kittens.
He stayed there for three hours before returning home. When he returned to camp, news had already spread of his interference, and in retaliation, his father shouted at him, clawing his ears. As well, he was prevented from attenting the gatherings, or even from leaving the camp without a warrior watching. He was left with basically nothing to do but take care of the elders.
After only two days, he was fed up.
He escaped into the forest and ran, ran, ran. His pads cracked to the point of breaking, his fur slashing against whipping branches. But he didn’t care. He ran onto a large thunderpath. The wind had seemingly stopped, rain pouring downwards, directly onto him as though he were the target of Starclan’s wrath.
He sat, chanting to himself as blood pooled from his beaten paws. He was licking one of the worst wounds when he was hit. The monster that had hit him spun and collided with another, and as blackness fell over his eyes, his corpse was littered with metal debris.
Additonal Information:
--Submission by @purplegr33n
--This was originally a comedy character.
--He has bushy fur.
--His parents are horrible.
--His last words were “Rain, please cleanse me of my sins! Please rain, I-I’m sorry, I--”
--Most apprentices training in the Dark Forest think he’s also an apprentice at first.
--He was mentored by Alderstar in the dark forest and he thinks Alderstar is super cool (he’s right).















