Dark Forest Resident: Sunchive
Aliases / Nicknames: Brat, Chive, The Worse Friend in The Clans
Gender: tom
Sexuality: homosexual
Family: unnamed mother, unnamed father, unnamed sister, unnamed brother
Other Relations: unnamed mentor, unnamed apprentice, Puddleshell (friend)
Clan: Thunderclan
Rank: warrior
Characteristics: accidently injured his friend
Number of Victims: 1
Number of Murders: 0
Murder Method: N/A
Method of Harm: damaging the brain
Known Victims: Puddleshell
Victim Profile: his best friend
Cause of Death: broken neck
Cautionary Tale: ??
Story:
It practically became routine between the two. Swap insults, Puddleshell would say something, and in response, Sunchive would flick something at him.
He never thought that it could go wrong, and he knows that that makes him an idiot.
The rock was too strong, he flicked it too hard, and Puddleshell didn’t duck in time as he usually did.
Sunchive’s heart had dropped the second Puddleshell collapsed to the forest floor. He barely had time to be relieved that his friend would survive before he learned that Puddleshell would have permanent, irreversible damage.
The damage came most notably in his speech. While Puddleshell knew what things were, he couldn’t quite communicate them properly. Herbs were ‘edible feathers,’ for one thing.
To say that Puddleshell was upset would be a heavy understatement, and although he was furious, he did forgive Sunchive, something Sunchive had never been able to do.
He did his best to make up for it, learning with Puddleshell how to communicate or translate for him, and they did go back to laughing and joking together. But still, that shame was there.
He had been on a solo hunting patrol in Leaf-bare when a bad storm had hit. He tried to make it back to camp, sure it was somewhere around him--and fell over the top of the gorge.
When he arrived in the Dark Forest, he was disappointed that his death hadn’t been caused by an injury to his head. That would have been divine retribution.
Additional Information:
--When Puddleshell annoyed him, Sunchive would throw (or because he’s a cat, ‘flick’ [like a hocky stick to a puck maybe]), whatever was closest to him without thinking. It wasn’t the first time he flicked a stone, but it was certaintly the last time he threw anything.
--He was probably punished by the leader in some way, which probably had to do with helping Puddleshell heal, something he was already very willing to do.
--Puddleshell, in spite of the large set back, does end up having a good life with good friends. Even so, Sunchive doesn’t forgive himself.
--The last nickname is to himself.
