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[residences-of-the-darkforest]

Dark Forest Residences: Fathomcry & Goldenrue

Fathomcry

Aliases / Nicknames: Flint, Fathompaw

Gender: male

Sexuality: demisexual

Family: Quiver (mother), Gravel (father), Goldenrue (mate)

Other Relations: Goldenrue (mentor [Clan]), Marshglare (mentor [rogue])

Clan: BayClan (Southern)

Rank: warrior

Characteristics: vengeful, obsessive

Murder Motive: vengeance

Number of Victims: 5+

Number of Murders: 4+

Murder Method: varies

Known Victims: Dunestream, Harebreeze, Stoat, Pikefin, Driftbite, Goldenrue

Victim Profile: Clan cats who hurt rogues

Cause of Death: old age

Cautionary Tale: ??

Story: 

Flint would never forget the sight of his father's dead body.

Nor would he forget the sight of his savior.

Goldenrue had rushed in, demanding what happened from Dunestream.

"He tried to kill me."

Flint had shaken his head from where he was crouched underneath the bush. Dunestream hadn't seen him. But Goldenrue had, and shushed him when Dunestream wasn't looking.

Flint heard the gossip a little later. Dunestream had been thrown out, on the testimony of Goldenrue. Flint would have just lived his life, if not for the stories.

Sawdust, an exiled cat who had created a small colony of cats who would test others. Rehabilitate them. Or kill them.

Sawdust had died a long time ago, but his legacy lived on. Flint wanted to be part of that. Marshglare, a cat who had been left to die by another apprentice of Sawdust, thought he was ready as well.

So he grew up, getting lessons from the other rogues around the city, or training himself.

When the time was right, he caught a rabbit shortly outside the city, and brought it to the leader. Driftstar had retired, so Ospreystar was the current leader of Southern BayClan. She let him join as an apprentice, and there he was. Goldenrue.

Everything was in position, and it was time for him to start his work.

Harebreeze, a cat who would always back up the falsities of the other warriors, was his first victim. A bear trap, an old favorite of Sawdust's apprentices. Though it made Marshglare tense to look at it.

Fathompaw and Goldenrue were sent to investigate it. Fathompaw fought hard to keep down his excitement. Goldenrue could see his work. He wasn't really upset, he just didn't understand yet.

And then, Marshglare showed off something incredible he had been born with.

Cavecrawl's spirit was summoned, and it spoke to the senior warriors gathered to investigate the murder of Harebreeze.

The mangled spirit spoke of a reformation, telling the warriors that they have fallen into darkness. Harebreeze failed, would they do the same?

Next up was Finchback. This one was personal for Fathompaw. Well, not really. Finchback had left Goldenrue alone, while the two were chasing down two stray dogs. Goldenrue gained a nasty scar that day. If he had died, Driftstar wouldn't have left Finchback alive. Fathompaw was glad he had. That meant he could have all the fun to himself.

This time, he recruited Stoat, a rogue with a pretty fast running speed, to lure the dogs to Finchback, who he had knocked out and dropped into a tangle of silver thorns. He promised that if Finchback got out, he would call the dogs off.

Finchback didn't get out, and Fathompaw hoped to everything and everyone that he didn't imagine the positive look in Goldenrue's eyes when looking at the gory scene.

And then, to allow himself to set up the tests more frequently, he faked his death. Skinning Stoat after the cat fell ill, the blood covered up the differing scents and the fur color was similar enough.

He went after Pikefin next. A cat who covered up the cruelties of BayClan. She drowned, and it was beautiful. To get rid of the ones who had hurt so many. To watch Goldenrue put the pieces together, and go and find his old friend.

Before the biggest test yet, Marshglare decided he was ready, and gave Fathompaw a warrior name. Fathomcry.

This one was a dual act. Slicing the back of Dunestream's legs, throwing him into a ditch in a cavern, and placing Goldenrue on a nearby ledge. Giving him a choice.

Dunestream died, and a flicker of movement had Goldenrue chasing down Marshglare in the tunnels connecting the cavern to the surface.

Fathomcry revealed himself, smiling as he told Goldenrue of his true identity.

And then....

Goldenrue

Aliases / Nicknames: My Savior, Angel, Love of my Life

Gender: male

Sexuality: bisexual

Family: Breezesting (mother), Driftbite/star (father), Fathomcry (mate)

Other Relations: Dunestream (mentor), Fathomcry (apprentice)

Clan: BayClan

Rank: warrior

Characteristics: exasperated, defensive, distrustful, heart of gold

Murder Motive: protect innocent cats

Number of Victims: 6+

Number of Murders: 6+

Murder Method: N/A

Known Victims: Various warriors

Victim Profile:  Clan cats who hurt rogues

Cause of Death: old age

Cautionary Tale: ??

Story: 

"It's time for your final test."

Goldenrue's fur bristled. Fathompaw--No, right, he was Fathomcry now, turned and gestured for him to follow. He did, trying to instill anger and resentment in every step. The resentment was deeper, though.

There really was nobody he could trust.

The tunnel opened up into a larger cavern, where Driftbite hung from an old Twoleg fishing hook. A spirit, the crushed limbs making the identity clear. Cavecrawl was holding into the chains of the hook, looking down at the confrontation with interest. Outside, Marshglare was leading several warriors of BayClan on a wild goose chase.

Fathomcry stood in front of Goldenrue.

"I have an offer for you. Goldenrue, you took a stand against the cat who killed my father. What did that get you? There's nobody in BayClan you can trust. Nobody except for me."

Goldenrue was about to point out how incredibly stupid that was considering the situation he was in, but Fathomcry didn't give him a chance to talk.

"I mean, Finchback abandoning you. That fox-heart won't get to repeat that mistake. And Harebreeze, I wouldn't have started off with him, but he covered up for so many other atrocities. You, Goldenrue, you're different. Find me the best targets, and I'll do the rest. You wouldn't even get your paws dirty."

Goldenrue squinted at Fathomcry, who did really seem hopeful about this. "You....want me...to help you kill my Clanmates?"

"Just the bad ones. They aren't really your Clanmates, are they? None of them trusted you, none of them even liked you." Fathomcry replied.

"....Okay."

"Okay?"

"I'm in. But let Driftbite go."

Fathomcry's face fell. "Just a second." He turned around, looking at Cavecrawl. "You know what to do." He turned back to Goldenrue.

"I'm going to give you a choice. You go with me, you join me. Your father dies, like he deserves to. You could try and attack me, which results in the same fate for your father. Or you could free him. Kill me, we lose. Free your father, and I lose the battle but not the war. Join me, and this is the happiest day of my life."

Now, that was something Goldenrue was going to unpack later, but not now.

"Driftbite, when he was the leader, let certain things slide. Why did Dunestream feel free to kill my father? Because Driftbite let him. The Clan felt safer because the warriors were willing to kill innocents."

Goldenrue looked from his father to Fathomcry, back and forth, back and forth, until....

He lunged, taking the narrow path up to where Cavecrawl was languishing. The spirit gave a bored nod, and dragged the hook over to solid ground. Fathomcry sighed, and began to walk towards the tunnel out.

Things happened fast after that. Marshglare burst out of a tunnel that led straight to Driftbite and Goldenrue, followed by a few warriors too many then what they had thought. Goldenrue bolted down the path and to Fathomcry. One of the warriors went for Cavecrawl while Marshglare escaped, and went right through the spirit, slamming into Driftbite. The fall killed him.

Fathomcry escaped. Marshglare escaped.

Goldenrue was left to deal with the aftermath.

-------

"Hey."

".....Hey."

"You know what I said was true."

"I know. I just need some time to think."

"I understand."

-------

"Let's do this."

-------

Marshglare sighed in contentment as he rested his head on the shoulder of Cavecrawl. "It's nice. I think he's the only one of us who tried to follow Sawdust's teachings to die of old age, and to die happily."

Cavecrawl rolled his eyes. "What, you didn't die happy?"

Marshglare smiled. "I couldn't be happy until I was able to touch you again."

"Oh, and who's fault is that?" Cavecrawl responded.

Marshglare ducked his head. "....Mine."

Additional Information:

--Submission by @frightnightindustries

--Quiver is a distant relative of Rabbithollow.

--Warrior cats version of William Schenk from Spiral: From the Book of Saw. Took some liberties with the story. After Driftbite dies, it goes to fully original.

Also Warrior Cats version of Ezekiel Banks from Spiral: From the Book of Saw. Rue is also a synonym for regret

--BayClan has four sections. Northern, Southern, Eastern, Western. It's a massive clan in an abandoned city based off of Baltimore.

--Fathomcry was warrior aged when he became Goldenrue's apprentice. People who know about Saw, try and guess who Sawdust, Marshglare, and Cavecrawl are.

--Goldenrue is the one who matches Game of Life, Fathomcry is the one who matches Gasoline.

--Other notable residents of BayClan: literal poster child for cannibalism, falcon tamer with a brain disease, someone who fell into a brick, someone who killed his cheating mate, child who is done with this shit and part eldritch moor.

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Dark Forest Resident: Brightsway

Aliases / Nicknames: Brightbrain (sarcastically), Ambertail

Gender: female

Sexuality: heterosexual (??????) (not actually)

Family: shallowrun (mother), Fleetstar (parent), Dayplume (sister)

Other Relations: Barleyheart (mentor)

Clan: ShadowClan

Rank: warrior

Characteristics: could not take a hint if it was in neon font, steals kits who need ‘parents’, she’s actually the dumbest resident yet

Number of Victims: 5

Number of Murders: 0

Murder Method: N/A

Method of Harm: stealing kits, kidnapping, almost starting a war over said kitnapping

Known Victims: Finchmallow, Ashenfurrow, Ivykit, Doekit, Wheatkit

Victim Profile: gay couple and their kits

Cause of Death: executed by Finchmallow and Ashenfurrow

Cautionary Tale: ??

Story:

“So, when are you two going to find a proper mother for these three?”

Finchmallow spared a confused look to his mate, but decided to humor the strange, travelling healer.

“Actually, we’re going to raise them ourselves.”

The healer’s eyes narrowed.

“I see. So there will be no milk.”

“Well-”

“They really should have a proper mother.” The calico perked up. “Hang on, I have an idea!”

She was through the camp entrance before anyone could stop her, and the pair glanced to each other nervously.

—-

“Brightsway of ShadowClan--” Oakstar, the leader of ThunderClan started, only to be cut off.

“Ambertail of ThunderClan--” Hollowstar of Shadowclan spoke almost at the same time.

The pair glowered at each others as the leader of WindClan-- Fleetstar--took over the proceedings. “You are accused of stealing the kits of Ashenfurrow and Finchmallow of ThunderClan.”

The calico moved a pebble in front of her, seeming to think things through.

“They weren’t their kits though.”

There was a gasp that rippled through the crowd, and Finchmallow had to scruff his mate to prevent Ashenfurrow clawing out the eyes of the accused.

Fleetstar visibly bit her tongue. “That is not the question.”

“Then what is the question!?”

Fleetstar took a deep breath in, and let it out slowly.

“Did you, or did you not, take Ivykit, Daisykit, and Wheatkit from the ThunderClan nursery, and bring them to the ShadowClan nursery?”

“Oh, those are their names?” The calico purred and puffed up happily. “Yeah, I found them a nice mama!”

There was a deep, almost pained groan from Hollowstar at the warrior’s sheer stupidity and nerve.

“And did Ashenfurrow and Finchmallow ask you to do this?”

“No, but they’re toms, so they probably didn’t want kits!”

Fleetstar sighed. “Which name do you prefer?”

“Huh?”

“You have gone by the names Brightsway, and Ambertail. Which one is your favourite?”

“Oh… hmmm..”

“Quickly.”

“Ok, geez! I guess Brightsway? I like it because--”

“Brightsway of… who cares at this point.” Fleetstar turned away, trying to ignore the yellow eyes which were so similar to their own. “For the crimes of stealing kits, you are hereby sentenced to death by execution, at the claws and teeth of the kits’ parents.”

They took a deep breath, ignoring the horrorstruck face of Shallowrun in the crowd.

“May Starclan forgive you.”

Additional Information:

--Not homophobic, just dumb as shit.

--Character originally created by me, design and profile (backstory) created by @ambitiousauthor

--Will become part of the SparkXDoeXFurze poly (though it'll probably take her a while to figure it out).

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I drew the sixth house, the cav camilla and her necromancer Palamedes. I like them! I wanted to contrast and made camilla very muscular next to tall skinny tree Palamedes. I like the scene between palamedes and dulcinea in the first book! I finish the first book since all peeps have been asking!

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[residences-of-the-darkforest]

Dark Forest Resident: Bluecreek

Aliases / Nicknames: ??

Gender: male (demi)

Sexuality: demi-homosexual, demiromantic

Family: Sparrowsmoke (mother), unnamed ThunderClan father

Other Relations: unnamed mentor, Frogpaw (apprentice)

Clan: RiverClan

Rank: warrior

Characteristics: poor impulse control, cold, grumpy, loves his mom

Murder Motive: vengenace

Number of Victims: 

Number of Murders: 

Murder Method: leading into traps, feeding to foxes, suffocating, bashing skull, slitting throat

Known Victims: Frogpaw, Brownstar, Mudfoot, Lowstone, Tigerfin

Victim Profile: cats who causes his mother's exile, cats who spoke badly to his mother

Cause of Death: throat slit (executed)

Cautionary Tale: ??

Story: 

Bluecreek's earliest memory was his mother's warm embrace, her purrs, and her voice as she told him how much she loved him.

His second earliest memory was when he had to watch, helpless, as his mother was exiled.

No one would listen to him. He protested, tried to cling on to her legs and wailed for her not to leave, for anyone to stop her and make her stay. But despite of his devastation, the Clan would not heed.

No one stood up for her. They merely stood by in silence, letting it happen without so much as twitching their whiskers. Anyone who did speak called Sparrowsmoke a traitor, a disloyal fleabag, and other such words that Bluekit's little mind was utterly distraught to hear.

She had had her son with an enemy warrior, and for that crime of love, she was to be ripped away from him, and Bluekit was to be raised in a Clan that saw his very existence as an insult to StarClan.

Not that most warriors said those thoughts out loud. That was mostly the words of the elders and senior warriors when they didn't think Bluekit was near enough to hear, but that didn't matter.

It wouldn't have mattered if they all treated him like StarClan's prophet.

They tore his mother away from him.

They were all complicit in her exile.

Bluecreek hated them all.

But he kept these thoughts to himself, shimmering anger that he kept under control as he played the role of the perfect little Clanmate.

Then word spread that Sparrowsmoke had died, crushed beneath the massive paws of a monster while wandering Twolegplace.

Anger burst into full out rage.

They took his mother away from him, ripping her from his side while he was still barely weaned. Then she died away from him, away from her home, in a horrible accident that she never would have been in if it weren't for all of them--then they had the audacity to act sad! As if it weren't their fault in the first place!

Bluecreek couldn't take it any longer. He couldn't stand to be Brownstar's perfect, obedient subordinate any longer.

He would hurt him.

He would kill him.

He wasn't sure how to do it at first. He didn't know how many lives Brownstar had left, but surely it would be more than one. Doing the deed was hard enough without getting caught on its own, but when his victim could come back from the dead to tell all what he's done?

He didn't have to think for long. The answer came to him in the form of two trespassing foxes. Bluecreek simply had to race back to camp for Brownstar when the camp was mostly empty--the presence of the canines caused an increase in patrol sizes. Bluecreek feigned panic as he explained that his apprentice, Frogpaw, was trapped and needed help.

Brownstar, as the fittest in camp, was the only one available to run after him.

There was a trap. Bluecreek didn't lie about that part.

Bluecreek only had to step subtly over it, and Brownstar, behind him, raced after-- and screeched in pain as the Foxtrap ensnared his leg in an agonizing grip. Bluecreek was going to finish him off himself, but Brownstar's cries of pain drew the attention of the foxes. Bluecreek simply had to hide in a nearby tree and watch as they ripped that mother-killer alive. No risking second lives, after all!

No one thought that Bluecreek was involved. It was just those horrible foxes that killed their dear leader and the poor apprentice that was so close to earning his warrior name.

Frogpaw hadn't been alive when Sparrowsmoke was exiled, but Bluecreek had no qualms killing him. He was a spoiled brat, and being Bluecreek's apprentice and having to follow his every step, he was also a liability.

Bluecreek had killed the leader. The hard part was over, but he was far from finished.

Next came Mudfoot, the elder who spat at Sparrowsmoke and called her a faithless fox-heart before he went on to call Bluepaw "the very embodiment of StarClan's disgrace." Bluepaw had silently promised then that the old bat would choke on his words, and he did, in a way, with the help of thorns tucked into his food. They stuck into the inside of his throat on one end and held onto the mass of half-eaten fish with the other, blocking his airway--not that anyone noticed. Mudfoot had simply scoffed down a morsel too big, that was all there was too it. There was simply no need to study his insides to confirm a story that everyone already believed to be true.

Then came Lowstone, the easiest. She was the oldest in the Clan, with frail bones and shaky steps. She left the camp for fresh air, but thanks to stones slippery from a recent rainfall, she 'lost her footing' and cracked open her head. At least, that's the conclusion everyone came to.

Funny. She left the camp and never made it back, almost like the same cat that Lowstone had called a frog-lover.

There was another elder that would have died by Bluecreek's claws as well, but he succumbed to last season's bout of greencough. At least Bluecreek could take solace in knowing that he suffered, if the endless coughing fits were any indication.

Bluecreek's final victim was Tigerfin, the one who caught Sparrowsmoke meeting with a ShadowClan tom. It was his fault all of this happened at all!

Bluecreek suggested they patrol together. Tigerfin was obviously put off, but he had no good reason to refuse. Alone and far away from help, Bluecreek confronted him. When Tigerfin snapped and called his mother a selfish betrayer, Bluecreek lost all self-control and tackled him. They moved together in a whirlwind of teeth and claws until finally the sound of tearing skin cut through their yowls.

Bluecreek broke away and watched, chin raised and eyes narrowed to slits, as Tigerfin wriggled on the ground, desperately trying in vain to stop the blood from pouring out of his throat.

Tigerfin begged Bluecreek to help him, pointing out that Bluecreek wouldn't want to be responsible for the death of a Clanmate. Bluecreek had laughed back at him and stated that he already was.

Bluecreek stood triumphantly over his body. He would have yowled out his victory if he wasn't shoved to the ground by Reedheart, Frogpaw's littermate.

The younger tom had disliked Bluecreek even before his brother's death, thanks to Bluecreek's inability to protect the apprentice that had been put under his care. But now that Bluecreek had all but confessed outright that he had killed Frogpaw deliberately, Reedheart now glared at him with a burning hatred.

Reedheart shouted at his face, calling him a traitor and a murderer.

Bluecreek had sneered in response, and sarcastically asked him what he would do. Kill him and become the same?

Reedheart responded that he wasn't like Bluecreek. Instead, he dragged him back to the camp. Already bloodied and exhausted, Bluecreek wasn't able to put up a strong enough fight.

In the centre of the camp with a hissing crowd around him, Bluecreek refused to show any signs that he was sorry. He looked them all in the eye and told them that if he could kill every last one of them, he would, and to not think for a second that any of them were safe just because he was exiled--just like they exiled his mother!

Needlestar responded that he didn't have to worry about meeting the same fate as Sparrowsmoke.

Additional Information: 

--It's possible that Tigerfin wanted to be with Sparrowsmoke, and was furious when she had kits with someone else (someone dead, otherwise they would have spoken up during her exile), and lied about her having a mate from ShadowClan.

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Dark Forest Resident: Rabbitstar

Aliases / Nicknames: N/A

Gender: nonbinary (he/they)

Sexuality: unspecified

Family: unnamed mother, unnamed father

Other Relations: unnamed mentor, Thrushpaw (Dark Forest trainee)

Clan: ThunderClan

Rank: leader

Characteristics: quiet, ominous, but can be very well spoken when need be

Murder Motive: the mere desire

Number of Victims: 4

Number of Murders: 4 (2 directly, 2 indirectly)

Murder Method: snapping necks, leading into 'traps'

Known Victims: Shinekit, Caimankit, Chipmunkpaw, Mousepaw

Victim Profile: young kits and apprentices

Cause of Death: tortured to death by Caimankit's spirit

Cautionary Tale: N/A

Story: 

Rabbitstar is a ancient leader of ThunderClan, so long ago, in fact, that the time of his era is erased from most memories, save for one elder.

During their time alive, they were known as a ruthless leader. Though very distant, everyone started to silently dislike him after they chose Thistlefang as a deputy.

They were known to get into any battles if given the chance, no thought needed, no matter if they were sending their own warriors into certain death.

In spite of being leader, no one knew much about them at all, if they ever spoke.

Their first victim, Caimankit, was around 3-4 moons at death. While he was sleeping peacefully and his mother was away, Rabbitstar slunk into the nursery and silently snapped his neck, blaming the 'shocking news' on something trivial.

Chipmunkpaw and Mousepaw were next, a duo of two rambunctious apprentices. The two were excited to have the leader bring them along on a special patrol, and were even more excited when they heard that they were walking toward a very special surprise--not knowing, of course, that that surprise would be venom sprayed in their eyes and snake bites to their flesh.

The last kit, Shinekit, wasnt without a witness. Her sister, Sorrelkit saw them snap Shinekits neck, as such the very next day Rabbitstar received a passive-aggressive warning from Shinekit's ''gardian angel'' --Canaryfeather, and the next thing they knew, Rabbitstar was in a state of sleep-like paralysis.

Caimankit, tired of seeing him getting away with all of this, decided to take his spirit and torture him, as in just not letting him do anything as he slowly takes all of their lives. Rabbitstar could only move his eyes and flail his legs. He couldn't move, could only watch as Caimankit strangled him, gave him claw-wounds (as deep as a kit could get them, a tleast), and let him drift uneasilyin and out of consciousness.

The medicine cat at the time, Brightspark, had to ask the medicine cats from the other Clans for help, but it was to no avail. Nothing would have worked, but to be save, little Caimenkit wandered around nearby to distract them from saving their patient.

in the end, Brightspark called in Nightlake, the medicine cat of ShadowClan, known to have had the strongest connection to StarClan out of all of them.

Nightlake decided he wanted to get Rabbitstar to the Moonpool to see if they could make him return all of his lives (as none of them knew how many lives he had left), and Brightspark decided to help him out with dragging his body.

As they were about to dunk rabbitstar in the freezing water, something unexpected happened.

Rabbitstar's stomach suddenly burst open, blood spilling and organs practically crawling out across the rocks. Horrified and utterly alarmed, Nightlake and Brightspark could only stare at the scene for several long heartbeats before finally deciding that this was as bad an omen as they could recieve, and left him there. 

Additional Information:

--submission by @penny-fitzgeraldz Welcome!!!

--A part of a crossover au (kinda William Afton? its a very specific version).

-- They really didn't care about choosing a deputy, they only chose Thistlefang as a deputy because they were the first cat they saw in sight.

--Sorrelkit becomes the elder mentioned in the beginning!

[pe-arls]

𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟗 𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾 [...] 📹

[wolflowers]

🍓 ᠄ 딸기 straw𝑏erry 𝗿𝗲𝗱 is beauti𝑓ul in my e𝑦es

♥︎🍓 𝐈𝐆 PROFILE IDEA !