i donât really care if people hate bonestar. i donât even care if people want her dead. you are allowed to interpret her actions and feel your feelings about it and it doesnât bother me at all; cuz i get it! sheâs a bad person, sheâs abusive to her clan and children and sheâs violent and angry. sheâs the antagonist. for the most part, youâre not supposed to like her.
i do not excuse her actions by saying she is mentally ill. but i do try to write her in a way that her actions make sense. she is not violent for the sake of violence. she is scared, paranoid, terrified. she is not bloodthirsty or power hungry a la tigerstar. she is trying to control her environment to keep her and her kits safe. (in her mind. which is often hypocritical. and incorrect.) her chapter was about her downfall, and explaining where she came from and how she ended up the way that she did, not me making excuses for her.
i do recognize that i will never be able to appease everyone and everyone who reads my comic will have their own interpretations of it and come away thinking different but i have never once said âyou are not allowed to hate bonestar because she is mentally illâ, i only suggest people who jump right to hating her think a little more critically about her.
also you donât get to call her psycho, crazy or a bitch not because it offends ME as her creator, but because itâs ableist and misogynistic in general.
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It wasnât odd for a young molly to have kits. It was expected, even. Never stated out loud⊠but everyone knew it. Lynxclaw knew it was something that would happen to her eventuallyâ but now that she was expecting kits, she had strange feelings she never anticipated.
She loved her mate. She knew she would love her kits too, but at the same time⊠something nagged at the back of her mind.
Is this all she would ever be?
âAre you sure you donât need more help moving in?â Ratleaf asked.
âIâm alright, Rat.â Lynxclaw said.
Hopebud bumped Lynxclawâs side. âYou donât have to worry about her, Ratleaf. Sheâll have me.â
Beetleheart had his jaws on a large rat, which he left at Lynxclawâs feet. âThe best freshkill for the new mother!â
âDadâ!â Lynxclaw started to protestâ after all, she had only just found out she was expecting kits a day ago! She still had at least a moon and a half before the kits were born, according to Aspenstripe.
It was Lynxclawâs mate, Locustclaw, who suggested she pick a nest early and move some of her moss into it. After all, it would be more comfortable to ease herself into the nursery than move all at once, he supposed. Hopebud was already in the process of staking out their future nest, though they werenât moving into the nursery yet either. But why had her brother and father insisted on tagging along too?
âLetâs not crowd them, you two.â the voice of a familiar molly rang out.
Beetleheart and Ratleaf backed off, letting her stride through. It was Lynxclawâs mother, Slatestripe.
âSorry, mom.â Ratleaf murmured.
âI understand you want to help her, but I know from experience that everyone fretting just makes it more stressful.â Slatestripe said calmly. âLynx, would you like to go on a walk with me?â
Lynxclaw practically jumped at the opportunity. âOf course mom!â
The mother and daughter ducked out of the weaved brambles of the nursery and strode through the bushes. At the outskirts of camp, Lynxclaw paused.
âHey, mom?â
Slatestripe stopped, looking back at her daughter. âYes, Lynx?â
âDid,â she gulped, then continued, âdid you ever feel like you were giving up on your dreams when you had me?â
Slatestripe looked surprised, before her confusion turned to a soft smile. She sat down, before patting the grass next to her. âCome, sit.â
Lynxclaw obliged, making herself comfortable next to her mother.
âYou know⊠I was in the running for deputy once.â Slatestripe started.
Lynxclaw gasped. âYou were?!â
âYes. The old deputy was killed on patrol⊠Badgerstar wanted someone young to replace him. Someone who could become leader. That was almost me.â
Slatestripe cocked her head to the side. âBut⊠on the prey pile that morning, there was a sign pointing to someone else.â
âAunt Bonestripe.â Lynxclaw breathed.
Slatestripe nodded. âI wonât lie⊠that day, I cried a little. I thought that my ambitions were destroyed,â she smiled, as though reminiscing on an old memory. âBut your aunt⊠as cunning and cold as she is, she always turned to me for advice. And when someone broke the warrior code, I helped explain their position to her and allowed them to stay in the clan. That was the day I realized that deputy wasnât the end-all-be-all.â
Lynxclaw blinked. âSo⊠youâre saying I should aim for deputy?â
Slatestripe laughed. âNo, Lynx. Iâm saying that even if your original goals seem lost to you now, thereâs always a way to follow your ambitions⊠even if they change a little on the way.â
Slatestripe got to her feet, turning back to her daughter.
âThat being said⊠if you did become deputy, I would support you every step of the way.â
â
Lynxclaw still ruminated on the lesson her mother had given her. Standing up, she padded her way out of the camp for some air. What did she want to after this? Certainly, she didnât want to be boxed into the role of mother forever. But she wasnât sure if she wanted to be deputy.
As she stepped through the forest, she heard some strange noises. They almost sounded like⊠wheezing?
âHello?â Lynxclaw said, dropping into a crouch. She wasnât too large yetâ so she was able to slink towards the target without issue.
There, hidden beneath a bush, was her aunt.
âA-Auntie!â Lynxclaw ran towards her. Bonestripe was on the ground, her face contorted into a pained scowl. âWhat happened?!â
Bonestripe heaved. âD-deathroot⊠that bastard⊠he poisoned me!â
Lynxclaw panicked. What could she do? She only had one idea. âUh, stay here! Iâm going to get some help!â
Bonestripe growled. âNo use, you fool! Theyâre⊠the ones⊠who did thisâŠ.â
Lynxclaw didnât stick around. She needed to help her aunt. Quickly, she ran towards the cleric den. There was a spot in the back where she could squeeze into the log, she remembered. Yarrowheart had gotten scolded when he snuck in that way.
Ignoring the pain in her legs, she pushed herself into the den.
There, she was surrounded by herbs of many smells and sizes. What did her aunt need?
âLynxclaw?â Cloverpelt shambled into the den. âWhat did you need?â
âI-I think I accidentally ate some deathroot!â she lied, frantically.
Cloverpelt looked annoyed, then fumbled around with some herbs on a shelf. Lynxclaw could have sworn she heard her mumbling something about overdramatic queens.
She spat out something black at Lynxclawâs feet. âThis should neutralize any deathroot you might have swallowed.â
Then, she left.
Lynxclaw quickly grasped it in her jaws and squeezed out the way she came. From there, it was just a short run to where Bonestripe lay. But every moment of it was agonizing.
âWhat⊠do you have⊠in your mouth?â Bonestripe asked, weakly.
âDunno. But eat it.â Lynxclawâs voice was muffled.
âThat⊠that isnât allowed, Lynx.â
âShut up!â
Lynxclaw kneeled to her auntâs side, nudging her mouth open, and feeding her the black substance. Bonestripe weakly swallowed it.
Lynxclaw sighed. âI-Iâll stay with you until Iâm sure youâll be ok.â
Bonestripe looked furious, but she could barely lift her head.
âA thank you would be appreciated for saving your life.â Lynxclaw growled.
âI donât want you⊠breaking rules on my behalf.â Bonestripe practically whispered. âEspecially with your kitsâŠ. Theyâll use it as an excuse⊠to hurt them too.â
âWho did this to you?â
âI⊠donât know.â Bonestripe admitted. âBut⊠I know Badgerstar is behind it⊠he always isâŠâ
âHow did you know it was deathroot?â
Bonestripe paused.
âNot⊠the first poisoning⊠heâs done. Deathberries are too⊠easy to cure. Deathroot⊠hard to find the cureâŠ. Need to trade for it.â
Lynxclaw frowned. âWhy would Cloverpelt give me some then?â
Bonestripe laughed. ââŠdidnât want to deal with⊠Slatestripe mourning again⊠my guess.â
Lynxclaw sat there, looking at the withered husk of her aunt. She was too stubborn to ask for helpâ too paranoid to trust anyone. She cursed their clan for pushing Bonestripe to that point.
âIâm going to move you somewhere safer.â Lynxclaw finally said.
âYou⊠donât have to.â
âShut up.â
Lynxclaw slowly dragged Bonestripe to the base of a tree she knew had an old snake den dug into. Inside, she put Bonestripe. She covered the top with leaves.
Hopefully, she would be safer there. Bonestripe seemed to be regaining a bit of her strength. Lynxclaw was certain she would make it.
She padded her way back to camp, before slipping in. It didnât seem like anyone noticed she was gone.
Some of the older warriors were huddled up by the elderâs den. Lynxclaw could barely hear their conversation.
ââŠwonât be deputy much longerâŠâ
Lynxclaw paused. They were talking about her aunt.
She found herself walking to the side of the elderâs bush, as if heading to the dirtplace. Instead of leaving camp, she was quiet as she pressed herself into the leaves of the den. Then, she listened.
âBah, what do you even mean by that, Shinewhisker?â Flybracken, an older tortoiseshell warrior, said.
âOh⊠just a hunch.â Shinewhisker laughed.
Shinewhisker was a brown-and-white warriorâ Goosetuftâs father, Lynxclaw remembered. He would have a good motive to poison her aunt. After all, his mate Brokenpad was one of Badgerstarâs children, and a staunch supporter of his faction.
âTreason talk isnât good to have in camp.â Larchfang, another senior warrior, mentioned.
âWhoâs even listening? Slatestripe? Sheâs a bleeding heart, but even she realizes that Bonestripeâs not becoming leader.â Shinewhisker said. âI mean, not even the rest of the cursed family is on Bonestripeâs side!â
Iâm on her side! Lynxclaw thought. Then, she remembered how invisible she was to her clanmates. She doubted they even remembered she was a member of the same family as Bonestripe, at this point.
âWho do you think will become deputy instead?â Flybracken asked.
âHopefully Houndheart. Itâs better to have one of Badgerstarâs kits in the seat. Iâd like Brokenpad, but weâre getting a bit too old for that stuff nowadays.â
Larchfang spoke up. âHoundheart?! Donât be stupid, Shinewhisker. Slatestripe is meant to be leader. Badgerstar will pick her after Bonestripe passes.â
âSheâs too fond of that cursed family now, and too unwilling to grab her destiny. It shouldnât happenâ not after she had those kits with that cursed tom.â Flybracken grumbled.
Lynxclaw couldnât listen to them insult her mother any more. She left abruptly, pretending she was returning from the dirtplace. The senior warriors never even paid any attention to her. She was invisible to themâ nothing more than just a queen. Slatestripeâs daughter. Maybe even a cursed one, if they remembered that. But she would use that to her advantage.
â
âIt was Shinewhisker. Maybe Brokenpad helped.â
Bonestripe was cleaning the dirt off her paws. âHow in Starclan did you learn this?â
âI listened in on their conversation.â
She huffed, before standing.
ââŠVery well. Iâll take this information to your brother. Iâll have him organize a trial for them.â
She turned to leave. Lynxclaw stopped her with a paw on her shoulder.
âWait. I have one more thing.â
Bonestripe grunted. âNo. Whatever it is, no.â
âLet me be your informant!â
âAbsolutely not!â she growled. âThis was dangerous enough as-is!â
Lynxclaw shook her head. âItâs not dangerous at all. Nobody even notices me, after all. All Iâm doing is being observant.â
Bonestripe sighs. âYou wonât relent until I say yes, will you?â
Lynxclaw nodded.
âYouâre just like your mother.â She chuckled a bit, almost smiling. âFine. Bring me any information you think will help.â
With that, she walked away to camp.
Treeclan was a den of wolves. And every day, it seemed like they tried to swallow their family whole. But Lynxclaw would live a sheep in wolves pelt, because that was what she was good at. And maybe one day, her clan would be better⊠for both herself, and her future kits.
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[IMAGE ID: two cars drive past each other, the drivers look at each other in shock. one car is labeled âfurbysky murdering bonestar for political gainâ and the other is labeled âsilverstar murdering bonestar, his secret bellclan mateâ.]