Dark Forest Resident: Loonfur
Aliases / Nicknames: Masquerade
Gender: she-cat
Sexuality: homosexual, homoromantic
Family: unnamed birth mother, unnamed littermates, Springbird (adoptive mother), Oakclaw (adoptive brother), Turtlepetal (adoptive sister)
Other Relations: unnamed mentor, unnamed apprentice
Clan: Shadowclan
Rank: loner, warrior, kittypet
Characteristics: drinks the blood of warriors to gain their strength and talents
Number of Victims: 30
Number of Murders: 28
Murder Method: blood draining, clawing
Known Victims: several warriors and apprentices
Cause of Death: euthanized by a vet after getting stomach cancer
Cautionary Tale: N/A
Story:
She couldn’t understand why they weren’t moving. Confused, she half-walked, half-wobbled to her mother and siblings, nudging them, and crying when they didn’t respond. Where they angry with her?
Then she smelt strange cats behind her and, unable to run, tried to burry herself in her mother’s fur. But the cats found her anyway, one carrying her away while she tried to reach for her family. Why were the others digging a hole beside them?
Springbird was something to get used to. In fact, the entire Clan was. She had never been around so many cats she didn’t know. She hid away in the nursery, even away from Springbird, and had to be calmed with poppy seeds in order for the medicine cat to check her over.
It took time, but she eventually got there. Mostly. Springbird was the only queen in the nursery throughout the now Loonkit’s kithood. She would have been a warrior much earlier, as her two biological kits, Oatpaw and Turtlepaw, were apprenticed just before Loonkit was found.
Loonkit wasn’t sure what to make of Springbird. Loonkit didn’t need much milk anymore, but she felt something was missing. She couldn’t remember much of her birth family, just barely bits and pieces, but the loss of affection made a toll on her.
Springbird wasn’t much her mother as she was the cat assigned to make sure Loonkit stayed alive. She went on patrols more and more, leaving Loonkit alone to play by herself, and when she was reprimanded for it, she began leaving other warriors in charge of the kit.
She felt glad when she became an apprentice, until she noticed that her adoptive family were silent in cheering her name.
Her mentor wasn’t much better than her ‘mother,’ and made it clear to Loonpaw that he didn’t expect her to last long.
Loonpaw felt more isolated than ever. The only ones in the Clan she felt really cared about her were Oakclaw and Turtlepetal, who she grew close to when Springbird made them look after her as a kit.
But even that didn’t last. Loonpaw ran to Oakclaw and Turtlepetal to celebrate finishing her assesment, when she overheard the two discussion her, or arguing rather. Turtlepetal was saying how weak Loonpaw was, and how they shouldn’t get more attached to her than they already are. Oakclaw agreed that she was the weakest of the Clan, but argued that it meant that they should look after her more.
It broke Loonpaw. They didn’t really care about her. No one did. They all thought she was just a weakling whom they were waiting for to die.
She avoided them, and everyone else, when they tried to congratulate her on becoming a warrior.
It was when she was doing vigil and unable to avoid him did Oakclaw approach Loonfur again. He wanted to know why Loonfur was so down on such an important day, and, unable to keep silent, she spilled out what she had overheard and demanded why everyone thought she was weak, even after moons of training and growing.
Oatclaw comforted her, or at least he tried to. He explained to her that it wasn’t anything of cruel intent, just facts. She was born a loner, therefore did not have the strength of blood-born Warriors.
Loonfur asked him if there was a way she could get it, but he responded that she couldn’t, before right after shooing away a pesky mosquito that was trying to drink his blood.
That was certainly interesting. It stuck in her head as she ate for longer than usual, letting the blood seep into her taste buds. She was a carnivore.
She didn’t mean to kill so many. She only wanted their blood. But they struggled so much, and she had to keep them still. Perhaps she shouldn’t aim for the neck so much, but that was the best access.
She was sure that she became stronger. She was sure more cats were impressed by her. She was gaining everything of the warrior she took, sleek fur, strong muscles, good sense of smell.
If only she had went for good hearing. Maybe then she could have heard the warriors approaching. The warrior beneath her was moving feebly. It’s not like she killed him.
Hearing a gasp, she turned around to see a patrol staring at her in horror. In the lead was Oakclaw, most shocked of all.
If it wasn’t for him and his choice to block the others from getting to her, she would be dead.
It may have been for nothing, but she was glad to have all that talent.
Additional Information:
--She became a kittypet.
--I imagine her mother ate a poisoned bird or something, and the kits died from being poisoned through her milk. Loonfur got lucky.
--She becomes mates with Rosefrost and helps her look after Snowwing. She might be part of a polly, but I don’t know who the third one would be yet.
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