Dark Forest Resident: Brownmouse
Aliases / Nicknames: Brownie
Gender: tom
Sexuality: pansexual
Family: unknown mother, Redback (father), Moontail, Pebbleface (sisters), Daisyspark (brother), Brightsplash, Scarheart, Fernrun (nephews), Bristlespots (niece), Mistpaw (grandson)
Other Relations: unnamed mentor
Clan: Wolfsfootclan
Rank: messenger
Characteristics: cold, good speaker, addicted to eating plants
Number of Victims: 4
Number of Murders: 4
Murder Method: amanita mushrooms (indirectly, accidently)
Known Victims: Heronkit, Greenkit, Brownkit, Sleekkit
Victim Profile: friends, kits he babysits
Cause of Death: venomous snake bite, seizures, kidney failure, heart failure, overdose
Cautionary Tale: N/A
Story:
Brownmouse was always the baby of his family, but that never brought him much attention.
Mistpaw died almost a year before he was born, with Brightsplash dying shortly after from a heart attack, at only fifteen moons old. The family was devastated by these losses, and turned all their attention to Bristlekit.
Bristlekit, his niece, was only sixteen moons older than him. By the time he was born she was all that seemed to matter to his family.
Sweet Bristlespots caught extra prey, she fought off a rogue on her own, blah blah blah.
So Brownpaw distanced himself, and found out that he really liked eating plants. He enjoyed the taste and texture, and the sound as they blew in the wind.
Brownpaw might not have been a skilled warrior like his niece, but he became the fastest cat in his Clan, often sent out on scouting missions or to send messages.
He became the first messenger in his Clan, but even that didn’t take away from Bristlespot’s attention. It barely made a change.
One night, after Brownpaw had strained his paw, he was left to watch after the kits while the rest of the Clan was at the gathering. It turned out he was really good with them, and he began to spend time with them for fun.
He taught them what plants to eat, and what plants weren’t safe. But when you tell a kit not to do something, it only made them want to do it more.
While he was digging up some edible mushrooms, the kits made a plan and walked off to find something to eat.
Brownmouse turned around to find the kits, and panic set into his chest as he looked for them. Calling out desperately, he finally found them with the stems hanging out of their mouths and mushroom bits around their paws.
They ate some amanita mushrooms, and Brownmouse breathed out a sigh of relief before lecturing them.
See, he had eaten these mushrooms before. And aside from a sore stomach and minor vomiting, he was fine.
So he assumed they would be fine, and he brought them back to camp after a long talk with them about not listening to him.
Later that night, Brownmouse woke up to the medicine cat, Paleslip, demanding him to come to the medicine den.
He followed, confused and dazed from sleep, and what he saw would haunt him for a long time.
Heronkit lay in the moss, convulsions passing through her small body, her mouth frothing as her eyes rolled back in her head.
Brownmouse turned around, tears spilling from his eyes, as he begged Paleslip to save them. She shook her head, saying it was too late, and let him sit beside Heronkit until the end, which came shortly after.
She led him to the back room of the den, and Brownmouse’s heart dropped.
Sleekkit lay in a coma and Brownkit apparently went into a hallucinogenic episode before her heart failed.
Greenkit had to be given deathberries after he asphyxiated.
Paleslip said she brought him in to say goodbye to his friends, but Brownmouse took this as a punishment.
He had killed kits, his friends! He ran out of the medicine den, and outside the den he saw Weaselhail, Greenkit’s mother, sobbing into her mate’s fur.
She turned to him with cold eyes, and before he could open his mouth to say anything she snapped at him that he’d killed her baby, that he was a monster. That it should have been him, and that if she saw him again, she’d slit his throat.
Brownmouse’s paws carried him out of camp and blindly through the forest. He screamed and screamed until his throat was hoarse, and he dug his claws into the ground until they bled.
he spotted a clump of mushrooms growing beside a damp tree stump. The same kind as the kits had eaten.
He pulled them up from the ground, eating them even as he vomited and grew dizzy. His chest burned and he ran through the forest, the branches snagging and peeling at his pelt as thorns dug into his skin.
It was too late to stop when he saw the snake, its fangs piercing his throat. His body felt numb and tingly, hallucinations and seizures passing through him.
Additional Information:
--Submission by @wills-woodland-warriors
--He’s a daylight messenger, and he spends most of his nights in twolegplace with his twolegs
--Ref by Turukhan
--His Kittypet name is Brownie!
--Do you think he belongs in the Dark Forest?
--Brownmouse and Fleathistle used to both be in love with eachother when they were apprentices. They would sneak out to meet eachother and talk at gatherings, but after Hornetleg assaulted Fleapaw they both grew apart because Fleapaw began to isolate himself, but Brownmouse never stopped loving him.
