Dark Forest Resident: Inkspots
Aliases / Nicknames: Love, Sweetheart, Wicked Foxheart, Ink
Gender: tom
Sexuality: pansexual
Family: unnamed mother, unnamed father, unnamed foster sister, Violetlight (mate), Pouncekit, Sunkit (’kits’), several former mates
Other Relations: unnamed mentor, two unnamed apprentices
Clan: Windclan
Rank: warrior
Characteristics: kills kits to get revenge on his cheating mate
Number of Victims: 3
Number of Murders: 2
Murder Method: snapping necks
Known Victims: Pouncekit, Sunkit, Violetlight
Victim Profile: his cheating mate, the kits of his cheating mate
Cause of Death: killed by angry Clanmates
Cautionary Tale: ??
Story:
His love life was filled mostly with trials and errors. As a young kittypet, he lost a mate after her Housefolk moved away.
When he was accepted as an apprentice to Windclan, he fell head over heels for his denmate, but she changed her position to become a medicine cat.
He did manage to officially become mates with three more she-cats in warriorhood, but one after the other they broke up with him for various reasons. It was never a ‘him’ issue--they either realized that they liked she-cats, or just weren’t compatible.
They were always apologetic, as even though they wouldn’t be mates any longer, they still cared deeply for each other.
Inkspots was always understanding, and never held it against them. Even so, he was growing increasingly desolate. He was always happy when a new relationship came, but as well had a fear that it would end like the others.
That is why he was over the moon when Violetlight announced her pregnancy. He spent every moment he could with her, constantly checking in and making sure that she was alright, to the point of annoying her. He even slept in the nursery with her.
One night, he woke to her leaving. Worried she would get hurt, he followed. Curious why she was leaving the camp, he kept following. He would have spoken up, but something held him back.
That is when he saw it.
His mate meeting up with a tom.
He had thought they would fight, and was ready to leap out to attack him. But then they nuzzled, and the tom asked how his kits were. His kits!
Violetlight had lied to him! Used him to get away with her betrayal!
He didn’t say anything for the next moon. Maybe it was a mistake. Maybe they were his. But then the kits were born.
They looked exactly like him.
He tried to push it away. He could still be their father. He played with them, but all he could see was that tom and their vile mother. Every word they said, every movement they made only made him think of them. He heard words that weren’t spoken, mocking laughs and wicked chuckles. He imagined them meeting, cuddling and who knows what else behind his back, laughing at the naive tom they tricked into believing he was loved.
This is how he is repaid?
Moon after moon after moon after moon he lost one love after the other, and more and more he begged Starclan to just let him be happy and have a family. It is all he ever wanted. And for his cries, he was answered with this derideation!
He wasn’t going to be made a fool.
They needed to see what messing with him meant.
He was playing with the kits in the nursery, with Violetlight dozing on the opposite side of the den.
‘Hey dear, watch this!’ he had said cheerfully.
Violetlight blinked over, and swiftly he picked one kit up by the scruff, snapping its neck in his jaws while stomping on the other to ensure the same fate. They were both dead before their mother could so much as scramble to her paws.
She let out an anguished, furious yowl and leaped at Inkspots. Her commotion caused a crowd of warriors to break into the den. Seeing what Inkspots had done, they attacked.
Even as he was clawed and bitten, Inkspots couldn’t help but feel glad. All his life, he was the softie, the gullible one, the one you can pout at and get anything out of because he felt bad for you.
Now he was cruel, a kit-killing monster, someone you should be frightened of.
And he loved it.
Additional Information:
--Ink was his kittypet name.
--As he was being killed, he probably yowled something that gave away why he did it.
--Queued post.
