#cloverfox story

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

How Long (short story, part 2)

“There’s no way she hasn’t figured it out yet,” Emberdawn’s eyes bulged in frustration. Her guessed time was up.

“Are we sure she’s not messing with them?” Cloverfox checked.

“As sure as we can be,” Avery answered.

Word of the she-cat that was flirting with Alderstar every time she saw him spread, as did the betting pool of when she would finally notice that Myrtlewing, by his side, was not just Alderstar’s good friend. 

Speaking of Myrtlewing, his head turned to the bush the group was hiding in. “I’m gonna collect some herbs,” he told Alderstar before heading to the rotting leaves. The cats watching could hear a faint “don’t leave me,” whispered from Alderstar.

Ducking down, Myrtlewing shuffled part-way into the holly.

Cloverfox held her breath, half-expecting him to lash out. She knew him well, but not well enough for him to be unwilling to hurt her, and the blackness of his eyes–and the meaning behind them–were not lost on her. 

But Myrtlewing didn’t appear upset. In fact, he seemed to be stifling a chuckle. “So you lot see what’s happening.”

“Uh..yeah,” Avery began.

“We can tell her–”

“No!” Crowsage cut in. Myrtlewing looked at her curiously, and she added, “we’re..uhm–we want to see how long it’ll last.”

“Ah, betting, then?”

“Myrtlewing, hurry up and get back here!” Alderstar snapped back where the she-cat was weaving around him. 

“Oh, your fur’s so clean and soft! How long does it take to groom?”

“Ask Myrtlewing,” Alderstar grumbled.

“Oh, that’s so nice of him!”

Myrtlewing glanced back at the scene. He didn’t seem annoyed, only amused–he had no reason to be jealous, he knew Alderstar’s heart had only room for two–not to mention they had several litters together. “At this rate, there’s no challenge to it. Any suggestions to push our luck?”

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So now it went from betting how long it'll last to betting on what finally gets her to realize.

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First Place (short story)

“Martenstep! Nettledeer! Wait up!” Furzeflower called out, panting as he struggled to catch up to his friends.

Nettledeer simply smirked at Furzeflower as he bounded over the crudely drawn line in the dirt. “Last place again? You really need to step up your game.” he gloated playfully.

Martenstep simply rolled his eyes and cuffed Nettledeer on the ear, earning a yelp from the yellow and brown tom. “Come on, Nettie, go easy on the guy.” Martenstep chided Nettledeer. “Furzeflower’s older than us, and he’s put on a lot of weight lately.”

Furzeflower blushed and looked down at his rounded stomach. He had been growing plumper as of late, but he didn’t think he was getting fat enough for his friends to notice. And it wasn’t like he had been eating more than usual lately either. Come to think of it, he had only started putting on the weight just three moons ago, after his… encounter… with Webstripe…

Furzeflower flinched and shoved down the memories of the silvery-white tabby tom away. No use thinking about him. It was a one-time thing and a one-time thing only.

Nettledeer looked at Furzeflower guiltily. “Sorry, Furzeflower.” he apologized shamefully.

“You’re fine.” Furzeflower chuckled.

Martenstep smiled. “Let’s go, shall we?”

Nettledeer nodded, and the two turned around and began to bound back to their dens. Furzeflower turned to follow them… but then he felt a sharp pain lance through his stomach. A grunt of surprise escaped his mouth.

“…Furzeflower? Are you alright?” Martenstep called out, craning his head to look back at his friend with concern.

“I’m fi-” Furzeflower attempted to reassure Martenstep, but he was cut of by another lancing pain in his stomach, this one strong enough to make him dig his claws into the dirt to keep himself from falling over.

“Furzeflower!” Martenstep bounded over, Nettledeer closely behind him. Both cats’ eyes were rounded with worry.

“I-” Furzeflower once again tried to comfort his friends, but yet another lancing pain shot its way through his stomach. This one was the strongest one yet, and he collapsed on his side with a yowl of pain. From there, the lancing pains became more and more rapid, and all he could do was stare up at Martenstep and Nettledeer in pure terror. They were now talking to each other, but the pain was so strong was that he could barely hear them.

“Is this what I think it is?”

“What else could it be, you mousebrain?”

“But he’s so ol-”

“THAT DOESN’T MATTER RIGHT NOW! We need to find Myrtlewing, NOW!”

That was the last thing Furzeflower heard before he blacked out.

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“See, guys? I told you he’d be fine! It’s amazing what our bodies can do, really… Oh! Looks like he’s coming to!”

Furzeflower slowly came to, blinking his eyes groggily and looking up as his vision unblurred. Five cats were surrounding him - Martenstep, Nettledeer, Cloverfox, Clawbear, and in the center of them all, Myrtlewing. Furzeflower’s friends looked at him with a mix of emotions clouding their eyes, while Myrtlewing simply smirked at him knowingly.

“Furzeflower! You’re alright!” Cloverfox cried out, surging towards him and licking the top of his forehead. Furzeflower simply took it with confusion.

“Hello, Furzeflower.” Myrtlewing greeted, his disembodied head swaying back and forth. “Did you have a nice nap?” he joked, exposing sharp, bloodstained teeth. Martenstep cuffed the medicine cat on the ear, while Clawbear tried his best to stifle a loud laugh and failed miserably.

“What… happened…?” Furzeflower slurred, looking back and forth in a daze while letting his senses come back to him. His insides felt like they had been torn into shreds, and he could smell… milk??? Where was that coming from?

“You started complaining of stomach pains and blacked out after our race.” Martenstep explained gently, curling his tail around his paws as he did so. “Nettledeer and I brought you to Myrtlewing’s den, and Cloverfox and Clawbear joined when they heard what was happening.”

“I just wanted to play with the kits.” Clawbear pouted, exposing his massive front teeth as he did so. Nettledeer swatted his ear gently.

Wait… did Clawbear just say… kits?!

Furzeflower suddenly registered the tiny mewling of kits and the kneading of tiny paws at his belly. He shifted his body upwards, trying his best to ignore the storm of pain that overtook his body as he did so, and looked down at his belly

What he saw made his heart explode.

Three kits were nestled snugly at his belly, suckling furiously and occasionally squeaking and shoving each other out of the way. There was a dark brown kit with a black stripe running down its back, black paws, and a black tail, a light gray tabby kit, and a ginger and white kit. Tiny, perfect, and undeniably his.

“Congratulations, Furzeflower.” Myrtlewing announced with a giggle. “You’re a father now.”

Furzeflower almost wanted to laugh. It was so painfully obvious in hindsight. But he couldn’t force a single sound to come out of his mouth. All he could do was stare down at his children - his children! - with his mouth agape and his heart threatening to burst.

“I know that feeling well.” Cloverfox chuckled, rubbing her cheek against Furzeflower’s with a loud purr. “I felt exactly the same when I had my little ones.” She looked away, the sadness of memories long passed clouding her eyes.

“I… I…” Furzeflower was at a complete and total loss for words. He instead chose to lean down and run his tongue over his kits. They stilled briefly as the bristles of his tongue touched their fur, before returning to suckling at a much slower and calmer pace, the feeling of their father’s tongue clearly having a comforting effect on them. Once again, his heart nearly threatened to burst.

“Gotta say,” Nettledeer broke the silence, “I wasn’t expecting you to hook up with Webstripe, of all cats.” he chuckled.

Furzeflower finally tore his gaze away from his kits to stare up at Nettledeer with shock. “Wha- how- no- you-” he stammered, his face flushing red. Nettledeer and Clawbear simply snickered. 

“It’s kind of obvious.” Martenstep admitted. “The tabby looks just like him, just a darker shade of gray.” Cloverfox nodded in agreement.

Furzeflower looked down at his kits again. Martenstep was right - the tabby’s stripes looked exactly like Webstripe’s. Furzeflower wasn’t going to let that bother him, though. He’d love his children until the day he faded, no matter what or who they looked like.

“Got any ideas for names?” Myrtlewing asked. “If it helps, the brown one and the gray tabby one are toms, and the ginger and white one is a she-cat.”

Two sons and a daughter. It took all of Furzeflower’s energy to not burst into tears of joy right there and then. He looked down at his kits again, then back up at Myrtlewing. “I have the perfect names.” he announced pridefully.

Truth be told, he had been preparing for this day since before he had even died. He’d never thought he’d be able to get to use the names he had spent so long planning. His friends’ ears perked up in curiosity.

Furzeflower looked down at his kits. “Birchkit,” he announced, running his tongue over the brown and black tom, who purred and snuggled up closer to his father’s belly. “Smokekit”, he continued, running his tongue over the light gray tabby tom, who squeaked in protest. “And Foxkit.” he finished, running his tongue over the ginger and white tabby she-cat, who slapped his belly with her paw in retaliation.

“After me?” Cloverfox gasped, blushing furiously. “Furzeflower, you shouldn’t have!” Furzeflower only had the strength to lightly bat at his friend with a playful purr.

“Great names!” Myrtlewing complimented Furzeflower, before turning to the other four cats. “Now, I think you should probably leave. It’s getting crowded in here, and I think you all should give Furzeflower some privacy. He’s had a long day, after all.”

“No fair!” Clawbear complained with another massive pout. Cloverfox simply chuckled and led the large brown tabby tom out of the den, Martenstep following them shortly after.

Nettledeer started to follow them, but Furzeflower interrupted him. “Nettledeer?” he called out.

Nettledeer turned to look at his friend curiously.

“I may have come last place in our race,” Furzeflower laughed, “but I definitely came first place overall.” He shifted his paw, accidentally brushing up against Birchkit’s ear, who began to wail loudly. Furzeflower immediately pulled his son closer to him and began to lick him, whispering words of comfort as he did so.

Nettledeer watched the scene unfold in front of him and chuckled. “You certainly did, buddy.” he laughed, “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” he called out before slinking out of the den.

Furzeflower’s mind was still spinning at a million miles per hour, but he continued to focus on consoling Birchkit, exhaling with relief as the little brown and black tom relaxed, dozing off in between his father’s paws.

With a chuckle, Furzeflower picked up Smokekit and Barkkit and gently placed them next to their brother, cradling all three of his children in his paws. As he watched them snooze gently, his heart threatened to burst wide open for what felt like the millionth time that day. He ran his tongue over the kits one more time. “Good night, my little champions.” he murmured softly, before lowering his head and drifting off to sleep, happier than he had been in moons.

Notes:

-Made Clawbear the fifth member of the friend group because I think he deserves more love and also because I can

-Foxkit’s prefix being the same as Cloverfox’s suffix was a giant coincidence! I imagine these were names for kits Furzeflower came up with with either Firetooth or Spottedbark, back when he was still alive, ofc :3

-Hopefully I got all of their personalities right!

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okay now that my feelings are out of the way, the reviews:

--SO FRICKEN CUTE

--Aw Cloverfox

--Myrtle’s evil and professional personalities were perfectly shown and balanced here!

--Damn, Furze was unconscious while giving birth? Lucky son of a b

--I imagine Smoke, as stated, has the exact same stripes as Webstripe and the only difference is there’s some more spots (and/or maybe some of the stripes are broken up into pieces?)

--Myrtle waving his head like a Jack-in-The-Box

--Claw’s gonna be SUCH a fun uncle when the kits are old enough

--Got more feelings to express. Hang on, 

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Development (short story)

With a thud and splatter, the younger apprentice fell to the muddy ground, groaning as Cloverpaw and the two other apprentices with her laughed.

Slatepaw stood up, shaking mud from her fur. She bristled, her fur standing on end in different places. Cloverpaw looked at her and lifted a mirthed brow. How could something so small and filthy think simply baring their teeth would make Cloverpaw go away?

“Toad-breath!” Slatepaw hissed.

“Yeah,” Cloverpaw chuckled, glancing at her companions. “From smelling you!” Mocking laughter followed. Cloverpaw raised her head proudly as she continued to gaze at Slatepaw with disdain.

Her torment wouldn’t be so bad if she had followed the older apprentice’s orders, and by not doing so, she made herself a target, and still she refused to do anything Cloverpaw wished. Foolish she-cat!

“What’s happening?” a deep voice asked. The trio whipped around to see the twos’ mentors a little ways away. “Stop messing around, we were supposed to be patrolling before Quakefur’s hunting party left, but we couldn’t find you.”

“Coming!” the pair said in unison. 

When they left, the sound of squelching mud returned Cloverpaw’s attention to Slatepaw, who was rubbing mud from the fur on her face. “You know, Cloverpaw,” she said, glaring through her, “you keep up this look of the uncaring bully, and you will grow to realize how alone you are.” 

Cloverpaw rolled her eyes, faking a yawn while turning her back on the black cat. “Whatever that means,” she mumbled before prancing away.

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“Shhh, it’s okay.” 

“No, it is not okay!” 

Slateshade’s entire body was trembling, her claws sheathing and unsheathing, tearing up her bedding. “I didn’t protect my kit. I didn’t keep her safe. She was attacked by a hawk, for Starclan’s sake! She’s traumatized!”

Cloverfox pressed against her comfortingly. “But alive.”

“Alive and terrified.” Slateshade shook her head vigorously, as though a tick stuck to her ear. “I’m a terrible mother!”

“No,” Cloverfox said firmly, placing her paw over Slateshade’s own to still it. “You were away from her for one second. It was bad luck.”

“Or was it logical? Of course a hawk would attack a kit when their mother isn’t watching the–”

“You shouldn’t have to watch her at all times!” Cloverfox tried to keep the growl out of her voice. How could Slateshade even think she was a terrible mother? The love she held for her daughter was clear the moment she first held the tiny bundle of fur in her paws. It had been a long process, passed mostly by Cloverfox comforting the queen while her older kits were in the elder’s den. “There were how many warriors in the camp? Did any of them stop it either?”

Slateshade opened her mouth to respond, but Cloverfox beat her to it. “You were the one that leaped half a tree-length to pull that hawk from the air. And you were so busy checking on Blackkit that you didn’t even notice the praise surrounding you! And,” she added, holding up a tail when, again, Slateshade opened her jaws, “you followed that kit straight to the medicine den while your Clan got to share a feast from something you caught. This is the first time you left her side in nearly a moon!”

Slateshade broke a small smile. “I feel so guilty about it. That feels silly now.”

“If you want, we can visit her now.”

Slateshade’s ears pricked, and she looked ahead. Cloverfox joined her to see their five collective kits scamper toward them, eyes bright. 

“Mooooooove! They're coming after me!” Pricklekit squealed, his tail sticking straight in the air. Flashkit, Whitekit, Reedkit, and Blackkit chased after him, their little bodies quivering in inability to keep their excitement contained.

“See?” Cloverfox asked her, quiet enough so that the nearing kits wouldn’t hear but loud enough that Slateshade would over their noise. “Five perfect, healthy little kits, and two awesome mothers.”

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--I remembered that 1) Cloverfox was once a mean girl, 2) she was Slateshade’s bully, and 3) she and Slateshade became friends while queens in the nursery (Slateshade is the mother of Blackdawn)

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who would Furzeflower's friends in the DF be?

I'm thinking of writing a story about him having Birchkit/hawk, Smokekit/dust, and Foxkit/rose

he's a soft boy so he would have gentle friends

Martenstep, Nettledeer, maybe Doverose, Fennelbur, Cloverfox, and Owlear are probably who he's most comfortable with

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SUBMISSIONS

Dark Forest Submission --> Dark Forest characters submitted by others

Dark Forest Profile --> Dark Forest characters submitted by others as well as created by myself

FAMILIES AND THEIR STORIES

Cave Poly --> posts about Rosefrost, Loonfur, and/or Fallenfire

Cave Family --> posts about the three above and/or their kin/adoptive family

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Duck Family --> posts about Fulvouspine, Mallardgleam, and their family with duck-related names

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Eye-out Poly --> posts about Myrtlewing, Hootpetal, Alderstar, and/or Grousemane

Eye-out Family --> posts about the four above and/or their kin/adoptive family

Eye-Out Story --> short stories relating to the Eye-Out family

Birds of Prey Family: Buzzardblaze (also of the Eye-Out family), Pheasentdust, and their kits)

Thorn Family: Dustsong (also of the Eye-Out family) and his kits

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Minnow Poly --> posts about Creaturefall, Goldenfishfur, and/or Snakewhisker

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Riverbed Family --> Cloverfox, Tinker Bell, Oreo, and their family

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Tunnel Poly --> posts about Gorseheart, Foxfire, Emberdawn, and/or Birchflight

Tunnel Family --> posts about the four above and/or their kin/adoptive family

Tunnel Story/Tunnel Family Story --> short stories relating to the Tunnel family

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Spice Family: Pepperfeather, Saltstone, and their family

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Sprout Family --> Fleathistle, Fadingstar, and/or their adoptive or biological kin

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Wooden Teeth Family --> Houndtooth, Bella-May, Stubs, Whistler, Lamb, and Redjay. They are the ancestors of Myrtlewing of the Eye-Out family

Wooden Teeth Story --> stories about the cats in the Wooden Teeth Family

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STORIES

Dark tales / Dark Forest tales / wc Dark tales --> stories

(in addition, there are “[character name] story” for specific characters--that also goes for art of them, only replace story with “art”. Example: 'Alderstar story,' 'Alderstar art.')

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(Chapter stories, in chronological order)

Eye-Out Prequel (-1): Dawn of Decay---> stories about Houndtooth and Bella-May, and how they came together.

Gorsedaisy’s Nightmare --> posts that mention the time of Gorsedaisy, the medicine cat before Myrtle’s mentor, and the horrors she experienced.

Eye-Out Prequel (0): Sciamachy --> the experiences of Redjay's direct family following his death and revelation as a murderer

Eye-Out 1: Sprouting Thorns --> posts that mention the Eye-Out poly or family while they were still alive, or mention the background characters that had been alive. The beginning of Alderstar's and Myrtlewing's relationship and crimes.

Eye-Out 2: Crown of Thorns --> Alderstar's time as leader, a direct continuation of Sprouting Thorns.

Rainstar’s Burden --> posts that mention what happened during this time (the leader after Alder), or mention background characters or what happened after.

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TAGS

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Notdfoc --> posts that relate to the Dark Forest, but not ocs of this blog (ex. a reblog)

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SUBMISSIONS

Dark Forest Submission --> Dark Forest characters submitted by others

Dark Forest Profile --> Dark Forest characters submitted by others as well as created by myself

FAMILIES AND THEIR STORIES

Cave Poly --> posts about Rosefrost, Loonfur, and/or Fallenfire

Cave Family --> posts about the three above and/or their kin/adoptive family

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Duck Family --> posts about Fulvouspine, Mallardgleam, and their family with duck-related names

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Eye-out Poly --> posts about Myrtlewing, Hootpetal, Alderstar, and/or Grousemane

Eye-out Family --> posts about the four above and/or their kin/adoptive family

Eye-Out Story --> short stories relating to the Eye-Out family

Birds of Prey Family: Buzzardblaze (also of the Eye-Out family), Pheasentdust, and their kits)

Thorn Family: Dustsong (also of the Eye-Out family) and his kits

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Minnow Poly --> posts about Creaturefall, Goldenfishfur, and/or Snakewhisker

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Riverbed Family --> Cloverfox, Tinker Bell, Oreo, and their family

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Tunnel Poly --> posts about Gorseheart, Foxfire, Emberdawn, and/or Birchflight

Tunnel Family --> posts about the four above and/or their kin/adoptive family

Tunnel Story/Tunnel Family Story --> short stories relating to the Tunnel family

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Spice Family: Pepperfeather, Saltstone, and their family

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Sprout Family --> Fleathistle, Fadingstar, and/or their adoptive or biological kin

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Wooden Teeth Family --> Houndtooth, Bella-May, Stubs, Whistler, Lamb, and Redjay. They are the ancestors of Myrtlewing of the Eye-Out family

Wooden Teeth Story --> stories about the cats in the Wooden Teeth Family

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STORIES

Dark tales / Dark Forest tales / wc Dark tales --> stories

(in addition, there are “[character name] story” for specific characters--that also goes for art of them, only replace story with “art”. Example: 'Alderstar story,' 'Alderstar art.')

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(Chapter stories, in chronological order)

Eye-Out Prequel (-1): Dawn of Decay---> stories about Houndtooth and Bella-May, and how they came together.

Gorsedaisy’s Nightmare --> posts that mention the time of Gorsedaisy, the medicine cat before Myrtle’s mentor, and the horrors she experienced.

Eye-Out Prequel (0): Sciamachy --> the experiences of Redjay's direct family following his death and revelation as a murderer

Eye-Out 1: Sprouting Thorns --> posts that mention the Eye-Out poly or family while they were still alive, or mention the background characters that had been alive. The beginning of Alderstar's and Myrtlewing's relationship and crimes.

Eye-Out 2: Crown of Thorns --> Alderstar's time as leader, a direct continuation of Sprouting Thorns.

Rainstar’s Burden --> posts that mention what happened during this time (the leader after Alder), or mention background characters or what happened after.

Eye-Out 3: Days of Rot --> the Eye-Out family and poly in the Dark Forest. Partially takes place at the same time as Rainstar's Burden, and extends past Gorseheart's Silence and Dead Dream.

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[residents-of-the-darkforest]

writing this Furzeflower story got me thinking

Cloverfox should get a mate

oh yes!

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Next Riverclan med cat some time after Rainwater and Dawnflower was Minnowberry (the one who caught Blackdawn). 

Next leader some time after Hushstar and Frogstreak (assuming he doesn’t die as deputy) is Heronstar. Puddlefrost is his deputy. Hushstar ruled when Rainstar of Shadowclan was starting his leadership (after Alder).

Other cats  during this time are:

--Blackdawn

--Badgercloud (Blackdawn’s mate)

--Lilykit (Black and Badger’s kit)

--Webbranch

--Slateshade (Blackdawn’s mother)

--Flashspot (Cloverfox’s son)

--Prickleroot (Cloverfox’s son)

--Grasslight (Blackdawn’s father)

--Whitetail (Clover’s son)

--Reedpool (Clover’s daughter)

And in Cloverfox’s story, which occurs shortly before this (she has kits at the same time as Slateshade):

--Cloverfox

--Otterfreckle

--Scorchheart (Thunderclan)

--Bouncestep (Thunderclan)

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and for bonus thing that I mentioned before, leader after Rainstar is canon Snowstar, to give this a better time frame.

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Dark Forest Resident: Cloverfox

Aliases / Nicknames: hypocrite, hotty, self-centered fox

Gender: she-cat

Sexuality: heterosexual, biromantic and greyromantic (when it comes to the same gender)

Family: unnamed mother, unnamed father, Otterfreckle (mate), Scorchheart (mate), Flashspot, Prickleroot, Whitetail (sons), Reedpool (daughter)

Other relations: unnamed mentor, unnamed apprentice

Clan: Riverclan

Rank: warrior

Characteristics: kills to keep secrets safe, kills in anger

Number of Victims: 3

Number of Murders: 3

Murder Method: slitting throat

Known Victims: Otterfreckle, Scorchheart, Bouncestep

Cause of Death: killed in battle

Cautionary Tale: N/A

Story:

She was the mean girl of Riverclan, the popular apprentice that had a bundle of friends, rather followers, that did everything for her because they were afraid of being excluded or becoming the target of her bullying.

The adults didn’t put much effort into stopping her. They had better things to do than worry about what some silly young apprentices were doing, which luckily for Cloverpaw meant she could get away with saying a lot of, rather mean things.

Oddly enough, her sharp attitude is what made Otterpaw fall for her. Cloverpaw knew this and used it to make him do what she wanted: hunt prey for her (to eat or to pretend she caught it), give her the best moss, do all the chores. 

As warriors, they became mates. Otterfreckle was happy. Cloverfox was getting bored. But she didn’t want to lose such a valuable servant.

She wanted something real. She found it in Scorchheart, the Thunderclan warrior that she met at the border while their two Clans were in a moment of peace.

The two visited often, and Cloverfox found that she didn’t want to make Scorchheart do anything. Simply being with him made her feel full.

But one night they were spotted, by none other than Otterfreckle. Cloverfox panicked. What would happen to her now? What would happen to Scorchheart? 

Otterfreckle confronted her later on in the forest, going on about her betrayal to him and the Clan, how it was his duty to inform them even if he didn’t want to. Cloverfox tried to persuade him, as she always could, saying how she loved him. But Otterfreckle had just seen the proof to prove otherwise, and he wouldn’t fall for it again.

When he turned around to continue back to camp, Cloverfox jumped. She bit a chunk out of the back of his neck, and when he continued to struggle, ripped his throat as well.

Digging took a painfully long time. Cloverfox was so used to getting others to do things for her, but she didn’t want to risk getting help. Eventually she was sure the hole was big enough, and buried Otterfreckle there.

The moons following were tough without Otterfreckle to do everything Cloverfox didn’t want to. But her secret was safe, and she was free to keep meeting with Scorchheart.

That is, until one meeting when Scorchheart decided to break up with her, spewing garbage about how they could never be together and yadaydayda. 

She saw them at a gathering, Scorchheart and his Clanmate Bouncestep--the stupid she-dung with the stupid name--sitting incredibly close, nuzzling like they were more than Clanmates. Like they were mates! Maybe for a long time too, maybe during the time he was mates with Cloverfox.

It took a while to find an opportunity. She found it during another gathering, when finally Scorchheart was absent. Cloverfox spoke to Bouncestep, mocking concern for her mate. Bouncestep, of course, was wary but curious, and willing to follow Cloverfox away from the crowd and into the clusters of ferns.

Cloverfox tore out her throat before she could make a sound, burying her, which was easier since it had rained the previous day.

Scorchheart was so sad. Cloverfox tried to suggest that Bouncestep had run away, but he wouldn’t believe it. Cloverfox was close to just giving up, but then she realized that she was carrying Scorchheart’s kits.

Immediately, she told him the good news, how they could be parents together. But shaking his head sadly, he refused, and told her that she would have to raise them alone. 

Cloverfox shouted at him, too furious to censor herself, screaming how she had killed Otterfreckle to keep their secret, killed Bouncestep so that they could be together. 

Scorchheart was enraged beyond words. He raised claws, then lowered them. As much as he hated it, he still cared for Cloverfox on some levels. Even if he didn’t, she was carrying kits. His kits. Stars, what did he get himself into?

He was still angry, still wrapping his head around all that she told him, when he felt something sharp press on his jugular and warmth spread throughout his body.

Alone in the nursery, Cloverfox allowed herself to cry. Then she burrowed in frustration, because her anger at others prevented her from realizing her mistake, and how horribly she messed up.

When her mind was weak, she would ask if they really deserved what they got? What she did? When it was stronger, she was able to ignore them, able to pay attention to the present and forget what was already done.

She loved her kits just as much as any mother. Four kits, three sons and one beautiful daughter. She raised them to be nice, to be good. Funnily enough, two of them became best friends with the kit of one of Cloverfox’s most common targets when she was an apprentice. They were only a moon or two younger.

Moons passed, and Cloverfox moved on. Her moments of regret became less common, but still overpowering when they did occur. Her kits became amazing warriors, Flashspot, Prickleroot, Whitetail, and Reedpool. 

The peace between Riverclan and Thunderclan fell, to no one’s surprise. Cloverfox took part in battle with her son, Flashspot. She noticed a warrior gain the upper hand on him, and charged in to help. Right as the warrior was raising what looked to be a killer blow, Cloverfox came between her and her son. Her throat was slashed.

Cloverfox tried not to focus on how much that Thunderclan warrior looked like Scorchheart, and instead on Flashspot pressing against her. 

She wasn’t surprised when she found herself in the Dark Forest. And, at this point, she didn’t really care.

Additional Information:

--The warrior that killed her was Bouncestep’s and Scorchheart’s daughter, who was a kit when her mother died. Cloverfox didn’t really know who she was outside of being a Thunderclan warrior, and vice versa.

--I like to imagine that the queen mentioned at the end to be one of Cloverfox’s main targets was Blackdawn’s mother. They likely made up when they were both queens together.

--What her kits look like, in order of how they are listed:

Picrews:

https://picrew.me/image_maker/1314129

https://picrew.me/image_maker/1475323

https://picrew.me/image_maker/47882