#Tuftstar

[maademadeer]

I haven't done a request before, but I kinda wanted to try it out ^^ Hopefully I did this correctly...

I was originally going to do my OCs Tenderfoot and Tendrilcall, but I couldn't find them or remember most of their designs so couldn't do them :/

Eventually I went with Tuftstar/pounce, hastily drawing her design by memory

She's a great hunter, and may look grumpy but is actually very chaotic, and tends to keep her claws unsheathed out of habit from all the hunting she does. She is so old...

(Design may be simple but it's all in the personality!)

old but experient

X rip X hare

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Dark Forest Resident: Nightstar

Aliases / Nicknames: Nightflower, Quickclan’s Heartthrob

Gender: tom

Sexuality: bisexual

Family: Songstar (mother), unnamed father, Tuftfur/star (brother), Blackspeckle (mate), Blossomrain, Gleambeam (daughters), Dryears, Fadedjump, Sootacorn (sons), Springshade (non binary kit), Hailfur (mate, formerly)

Other Relations: unnamed mentor, Tuftstar, Curlspeck, Scorchspeck, Mousepaw, Lowblossom (apprentices)

Clan: Quickclan

Rank: leader

Characteristics: kills by accident and in a panic, Quickstar’s great great grandson, compassionate, great fighter

Number of Victims: 1 (accidently)

Number of Murders: 1 (accidently)

Murder Method: drowning

Method of Harm: clawing, drowning, cracking skull open

Known Victims: Forestpelt

Victim Profile: Clanmate

Cause of Death: hypothermia, shock

Cautionary Tale: N/A

Story:  

Nightflower raised his little brother himself after the incident. To the Clans, they had lost someone who drove the Clans apart. To them, they just lost a mother. Songstar was many things, but she was an amazing parent.

He supported his remaining family as much as he could.

He and his little brother were close as could be, and even into adulthood they shared a nest. Which was why when he started developing a crush on Spidertail, Tuftfur’s mate, he pushed his feelings aside and threw himself into his duties as deputy.

And he was a damn good one, as his brother would say. But when he was made leader, all he could fear was becoming like his mother.

He vowed to never fall into her footsteps, and made sure to remain close with his now-adult kits instead of pushing them aside in favour of work.

Nightstar and his mate, Hailfur, were happy. His whole family was happy.

Then Gleambeam and Hailfur died from spoilt prey.

So, he threw himself into his work again. He tried to keep Dryears from bothering his brother, and spent time with his kits one on one as much as he could.

Rumours spread that he valued his family over his Clan, and he felt awful to tell Tuftfur that he couldn’t fulfill his request to be deputy.

Spidertail was made deputy instead, and the next moons were rather peaceful. No one got hurt, and he even found a new love after Hailfur.

Blackspeckle always brought him flowers, and teased him constantly.

The two fell head over heels for eachother, and the Clan tried to nudge them together for a long time before they finally confessed.

Things were great, and he had grandkits now! His five grandkits were perfect. He watched them grow up as he led his Clan proudly, and tried to repair relations with the other Clans.

Then the cliffs collapsed, destroying trails and making them take more dangerous routes. Dayhare and Goldfur were washed away first, and Nightstar felt so guilty that every morning he woke up before the sun.

He walked the trails for the day, convinced that if someone were to fall it should be him.

One morning, the new warrior Forestpelt caught up to him, and asked if he could walk with him. They talked, and Forestpelt was very sweet to him. They laughed, and talked as the sun finally started to rise. Forestpelt started to slow down, and it was clear he was getting tired. Nightstar felt bad, and tried to steer them towards a shortcut.

Wet rocks tumbled away from their paws, and they fell into the rushing river below.

Nightstar was stunned for a moment, before trying to grab onto Forestpelt in desperation to stay together.

If they could have just stayed together a few moments longer they would have reached a rock where they could pull themselves up.

But instead, their combined weight caused them to hit the rocks, the crashing sound of the rapids covering the crack of Forestpelt’s skull.

Nightstar finally pulled them onto a small ledge, barely wide enough for one cat, and he was frozen in shock as the blood dripped from Forestpelt’s head. His body was limp, and they were both soaked to the bone. Nightstar let out a pained cry, trying to hold the waterlogged body up.

He let go, and squeezed his eyes shut as he heard Forestpelt’s body go over the small waterfall, no doubt landing on the jutting rocks below.

Nightstar passed out, his body exhausted, and died the the next day.

Additional information:

--Submission by @wills-woodland-warriors​

--They would like you to PLEASE ask questions about this stupid boy.

--Night is considered very attractive by the Clans, and it’s up to you on whether Forestpelt was going to ask him out, or if he was planning to kill Nightstar.

[hawkberryart]

Some more WoDc art!!

Kittiwakestorm, Thistle burr, Tuftstar and Pheasentdusk from left to right. Kittiwake and Tuft are in the med cats den for healing