#bushclan

Crowpaw

Aliases / Nicknames: Slimy Crow, Spoiled Brat, Lazy Brat 

Gender: tom 

Sexuality: heterosexual 

Family: Finchblaze (mother), Stormpuddle (father), Petalpaw (sister), Weaselpaw (brother), 

Other Relations: Darkfrost (first mentor), Webstripe (second mentor), Hailstrike (third mentor) 

Clan: BushClan 

Rank: apprentice 

Characteristics: snarky, lazy, misogynistic, looks up to his brother and Webstripe

Murder Motive: kills those who talked bad about Webstripe, kills to impress Webstripe 

Number of Victims: 8 

Number of Murders: 8 

Murder Method: forcing others to choke on moss, biting necks 

Known Victims: Bearpaw, Maplepaw, Hawkpaw, Cloudmane, Juniperleap, Smokefleck, Adderlight, Hailstrike 

Victim Profile: apprentices and elders who talked badly about Webstripe, his third mentor 

Cause of Death: impaled through the eye/skull with a branch, killed by Petalpaw 

Cautionary Tale: Even temporary mentors must be chosen wisely--just a little bad influence may irreversibly change an apprentice's life 

Story: 

Webstripe was the best mentor Weaselpaw and Crowpaw could have ever asked for!

They had never been too fond of their original mentors, Firefeather and Darkfrost. Firefeather was a loud and stupid oaf of a cat, and Darkfrost was nothing more than a spineless coward. And they were both weak, preferring to obsess over their mates and their new kits! 

Why did queens deserve so much respect anyways? They were useless! All they did was sit around and pop out kits! Why couldn't they have gotten mentors who actually cared about the Clan? 

StarClan must have been listening to their prayers, because soon their wish was granted. Crowpaw was freed first. 

Darkfrost's stupid spawn had all been killed by a hawk, and the weakling was so caught up in grief that he was killed in a battle with OceanClan a mere week later. Crowpaw was giddy as is, but then Fennelstar did something right for once in her life and made Webstripe Crowpaw's new mentor. 

Weaselpaw and Crowpaw had both wanted Webstripe for their mentor initially--he was independent, dedicated to the Clan, and put she-cats in their place. Crowpaw's dream had finally come true! He was so happy, he didn't even care that Darkfrost's idiotic mate Redflower died in her sleep of a broken heart the next day. They could be happily useless and idiotic in StarClan together, for all Crowpaw cared. 

And Weaselpaw didn't have to wait long either, for just a mere moon later, history repeated itself. Firefeather's useless spawn were all killed by a fox, and Firefeather succumbed to grief so bad he was killed in a battle against OceanClan not long after! Weaselpaw was worried about getting another lame mentor, but then brave, noble Webstripe offered to mentor him as well. The brothers were very close, after all, and with the war killing so many cats, they were short on mentors anyways. Webstripe was more than happy to ease the burden of picking a new mentor for Fennelstar. 

The brothers were overjoyed to have the same mentor, one they had looked up to since kithood. 

They were so happy, they didn't even care that Firefeather's mate Briarclaw died in her sleep of a broken heart the very next day, like her sister Redflower before her. 

They were all useless anyways. 

Webstripe was the perfect mentor. He was everything Weaselpaw and Crowpaw could have asked for. He made them feel respected and powerful, and validated all of their thoughts on their old mentors. 

Real toms didn't have time for she-cats. Only those who focused on themselves were worthy of being true Clan cats. 

Those four moons were the best moons of Weaselpaw and Crowpaw's life. Nothing could ruin this for them! 

They were proven wrong in the worst way possible one fateful noon-high in Greenleaf, when a soaking wet Sunnyheart strolled into camp, grasping the limp, bloody body of a silvery-white tabby in her jaws. 

Webstripe was dead. 

Weaselpaw and Crowpaw thought it couldn't get any worse, but then Sunnyheart called a Clan meeting and revealed to the Clan how Webstripe was the one to kill Darkfrost, Redflower, Firefeather, Briarclaw, their kits, and Sunnyheart's own kits--Webstripe's nieces and nephew. She spoke of how jealous Webstripe was of the toms, how much he lusted over the she-cats, how he was so in love with Sunnyheart in particular, so jealous of his own brother, Thistletail, that he killed their kits and almost killed Thistletail too. 

Overnight, Webstripe turned from one of the most beloved cats in BushClan, a contender for deputy, into a reviled and hated tom, the butt of every joke. It made Weaselpaw and Crowpaw seethe with anger. It wasn't fair! Why couldn't they see that Webstripe was trying to do the Clan a favor by getting rid of soft hearted-toms and useless queens? 

And to rub salt in the wound, Fennelstar made Berrymoon and Hailstrike Weaselpaw and Crowpaw's new mentors. Two she-cats. Did Fennelstar think they were jokes? What was she thinking, making two she-cats their new mentors?

It had to be part of some kind of agenda, to humiliate them for daring to still care about Webstripe! 

Weaselpaw and Crowpaw had been mulling over these thoughts when their younger denmates, Bearpaw, Hawkpaw, and Maplepaw, came strolling in like they owned the world. They were laughing and talking about how much of a loser Webstripe was, how they always thought he was a weird loner of a tom. 

Weaselpaw and Crowpaw snapped. 

Nobody appreciated Webstripe anymore. 

They would make them all pay for not appreciating him anymore. 

They would show Webstripe that there was someone out there who still appreciated him. 

They were surprised they weren't caught, what with how loudly they ripped up the moss and how loudly those weaklings screamed. But not even seeing the siblings' father wail over their cold bodies was enough to satisfy Weaselpaw and Crowpaw. It only made them angrier. There were weaklings still to be removed. And the message hand't gotten through yet. 

Berrymoon and Hailstrike had forced Weaselpaw and Crowpaw to go give moss to the elders. They stood their ground, not wanting to be bossed around by she-cats, but relented when they threatened to tell their parents. So they stomped into the den, planning to just drop the moss down and call it a day. The elders could do it themselves, after all. They shouldn't be so lazy just because they were old. 

Instead, they stumbled into a conversation between Cloudmane, Juniperleap, Smokefleck, and Adderlight. A conversation about Webstripe. 

Smokefleck and Adderlight were calling Webstripe so many awful names, and Cloudmane and Juniperleap were trying to tell them that Webstripe was already getting what he deserved in the Dark Forest. How dare they say that?! Webstripe should be celebrated in StarClan for his deeds! It was them who weren't getting what they deserved! 

Thankfully, with how fragile they were, it was much easier to shove the moss down their throats. But the message still wasn't getting through. Their efforts weren't being appreciated at all, least of all by Berrymoon and Hailstrike. 

They had the gall to take Weaselpaw and Crowpaw out for solo training and reveal that they knew what they had done, and that they were done putting up with this behavior. 

As soon as they finished talking, Berrymoon and Hailstrike were going to tell Fennelstar everything, and Weaselpaw and Crowpaw would never become warriors. In the heat of the moment, Weaselpaw and Crowpaw had to improvise. 

But they still pulled it off. 

They waited until Berrymoon and Hailstrike had turned their backs to return to camp before leaping at them and sinking their teeth into their necks. It was a move Webstripe had taught them. They hoped they were making him proud. 

Unfortunately, Weaselpaw and Crowpaw had forgotten to account for one thing. 

Their stupid spoiled brat of a sister, Petalpaw, was taking her warrior exam at the same time as their little "talk" with their "mentors,” and the smell of fresh blood brought her into the clearing just in time for her to catch Weaselpaw and Crowpaw red-pawed. 

They thought they could take her down easily, her being a weak little she-cat and all. 

Oh, how wrong they were. 

Weaselpaw

Aliases / Nicknames: Slimy Weasel, Spoiled Brat, Dumb Brat 

Gender: tom 

Sexuality: heterosexual 

Family: Finchblaze (mother), Stormpuddle (father), Petalpaw (sister), Crowpaw (brother) 

Other Relations: Firefeather (first mentor), Webstripe (second mentor), Berrymoon (third mentor) 

Clan: BushClan 

Rank: apprentice 

Characteristics: dumb, arrogant, misogynistic, close with his brother, looks up to Webstripe

Murder Motive: kills those who talked bad about Webstripe, kills to impress Webstripe 

Number of Victims: 8 

Number of Murders: 8 

Murder Method: forcing others to choke on moss, biting necks 

Known Victims: Bearpaw, Maplepaw, Hawkpaw, Cloudmane, Juniperleap, Smokefleck, Adderlight, Berrymoon 

Victim Profile: apprentices and elders who talked bad about Webstripe, his third mentor 

Cause of Death: impaled through the skull with a large rock, killed by Petalpaw 

Cautionary Tale: Even temporary mentors should be chosen wisely--just a little bad influence may irreversibly change an apprentice's life.

Story:

See Crowpaw.

Additional Information: 

--Submission by @starfalcon555​

 --From Star: “I had to mess with the timeline of Wesbtripe's story a little to make this work, so now Webstripe's first two litter-victims were born at the same time and killed one moon apart! I also retconed Redflower and Briarclaw to be sisters to make it work - they were the kind of sisters that had to do everything together, including having kits lol.” 

--Bearpaw, Hawkpaw, and Maplepaw were all names they originally considered for Weaselpaw, Crowpaw, and Petalpaw, hence them being littermates too. Their father is Sunnyheart's brother, hence why they were so keen to talk shit about Webstripe. 

Smokefleck was Darkfrost's father, and Adderlight was Firefeather's mother, hence why they were so keen to talk shit about Webstripe. 

Cloudmane and Juniperleap were mates, and they were the parents of Berrymoon and Hailstrike, hence why Berry and Hail were able to figure out so quickly that Weaselpaw and Crowpaw were behind their murders. 

--Weaselpaw and Crowpaw were seventeen moons old when they died, their warrior ceremonies being delayed to the constant changes in mentorship as well as them being brats who didn't put in work. 

Petalpaw's mentor was Thistletail, and her own warrior ceremony was delayed due to Thistletail's coma causing her to fall behind in training. She wasn't close to Weaselpaw and Crowpaw at all - they bullied her a lot as kits - but she still cared for them and always hoped they would change somehow. She only killed Weaselpaw and Crowpaw out of self-defense (she was trying to use the rock and the branch to shield herself) and she regretted killing them until the day she died. 

--Petalpaw’s warrior name isn’t known yet, but she becomes Thistlestar's second deputy after Sunnyheart's passing!

--BITCHES BITCHES BITCHES. You knew once you saw ‘misogynistic’ that they were gonna be SHITFACES.

A scruffy, scarred brown molly with lighter paws and face, darker back and green eyes.

Kiwikit - Kiwipaw - Kiwileap - Kiwistar

Leader of Bushclan

Birchflight

Aliases / Nicknames: ??

Gender: molly 

Sexuality: pansexual, polyamorous 

Family: unnamed mother, unnamed father, Haretalon (sister), Breezeblaze (brother), Sparrowflight (niece), Deerbirch (nephew) 

Other Relations: unnamed mentor, Darkfire (apprentice), Foxfire (crush) 

Clan: Bushclan 

Rank: warrior 

Characteristics: kills to get Foxfire's attention, oblivious, caring, has a secret sadistic side 

Number of Victims: 3 

Number of Murders: 3 

Murder Method: leading onto Thunderpaths 

Known Victims: Larksplash, Mousetuft, Flamepetal 

Victim Profile: friends of Foxfire 

Cause of Death: run over by a BMX bike 

Cautionary Tale: N/A

Story: 

From the moment she opened her eyes, Birchflight had been hopelessly in love with Foxfire. The two of them were nearly inseparable all throughout their kithood and apprenticehood, and other cats joked about them becoming mates when they became warriors. 

Birchflight laughed them off, but truthfully, it made her heart ache. She loved him with all of her heart, but Foxfire only seemed to see her as a friend. Her best friends, Cloudrose and Wrendawn, as well as her siblings, tried cheering her up, saying that Foxfire would come around eventually. But the heartache was too much for Birchflight. Why couldn't Foxfire see how much she loved him?

To make matters worse, Foxfire had started becoming distant from Birchflight in favour of talking to new friends from other Clans: Larksplash of Treeclan, Mousetuft of Cliffclan, and Flamepetal of Prairieclan. Birchflight pretended to put on a happy face whenever they talked to her at Gatherings, but she couldn't ignore the steaming fury boiling inside of her, made even worse by how the three toms would make smug glances at Foxfire and whisper things in his ear that made him blush at Birchflight when they thought she wasn't looking. 

She couldn't let them take her beloved Foxy away from her. Birchflight knew they were gluttons--food was all they seemed to talk about. So she took advantage of the wide variety of prey in Bushclan, creating a trail of mice from the Treeclan border to the nearest Thunderpath. All she had to do then was watch and wait as Larksplash followed the trail onto the Thunderpath, just in time for a sleek red monster to crash into him. 

She tried her best to suppress the giddy feeling that arose when she looked at Larksplash's corpse, but it was just too strong to resist. Mousetuft was next.

Birchflight made sure to add in an extra pheasant chick or two into the trail to really seal the deal, the same going for Flamepetal a mere half moon later. Birchflight's sheer joy at getting rid of the three biggest pains in her tail was marred, however, by the sudden deaths of her best friends Cloudrose and Wrendawn, killed in a freak drowning accident while collecting and wetting moss. 

Foxfire had been with them at the time of the incident, and he was inconsolable at not being able to save them. Birchflight comforted him over this and the deaths of his friends, with him comforting her over the loss of her friends and her being the one to find his friends' bodies.

The leader even gave Birchflight Foxfire's young nephew, Darkpaw, as her apprentice, with Foxfire receiving Birchflight's niece, Sparrowpaw, as his in turn. Their relationship had finally returned to what it was, and this time, Birchflight wasn't going to let him go.

Birchflight just had to finish up this hunting session with Darkpaw first. The young apprentice, seeing how she wasn't paying attention to him, wrapped up in her own daydreams and worries, decided to get her attention by trying to catch a raccoon, chasing it across a Thunderpath.

Fortunately, Birchflight noticed the strange, two-wheeled Twoleg monster heading towards Darkpaw and knocked him out of the way just in time. Unfortunately, she was just a little too slow to avoid getting struck herself. 

Now she would never have a chance to confess to Foxfire... or so she thought.

Foxfire

Aliases / Nicknames: Foxy

Gender: tom 

Sexuality: pansexual, polyamorous 

Family: unnamed mother, unnamed father, Morningberry (sister), Sootstorm (brother), Darkfire (nephew), Pebblefox (niece) 

Other Relations: unnamed mentor, Sparrowflight (apprentice), Birchflight (crush) 

Clan: Bushclan 

Rank: warrior 

Characteristics: kills to get Birchflight's attention, oblivious, charismatic, a bit of a himbo, has repressed anger issues 

Number of Victims: 2 

Number of Murders: 2 

Murder Method: suffocating with waterlogged moss 

Known Victims: Cloudrose, Wrendawn 

Victim Profile: friends of Birchflight 

Cause of Death: drowned in a sewer 

Cautionary Tale: N/A

Story: 

From the moment he opened his eyes, Foxfire had been hopelessly in love with Birchflight.The two of them were nearly inseparable all throughout their kithood and apprenticehood, and other cats joked about them becoming mates when they became warriors. Foxfire laughed them off, but truthfully, it made his heart ache. He loved her with all of her heart, but Birchflight only seemed to see him as a friend.

His new friends from other Clans, Larksplash, Mousetuft, and Flamepetal, as well as his siblings, tried cheering him up, saying that Birchflight would come around eventually. But the heartache was too much for Foxfire. Why couldn't Birchflight see how much he loved her?

Foxfire tried to hold in his heartache, but every time he looked at Birchflight, his heart tore a little bit. The freak deaths of Larksplash and Mousetuft didn't help matters either, though there was some comfort in Birchflight being the one who found the bodies. 

He knew she wouldn't hurt them. One day, however, he was sent out to collect wet moss with Birchflight's best friends, Cloudrose and Wrendawn. Being sent to complete a task with them just made Foxfire think of Birchflight, and Cloudrose and Wrendawn quickly noticed his mopiness. When they asked him what was wrong, he deflected at first, but eventually sighed and relayed the whole story.

When Foxfire finished, however, Cloudrose and Wrendawn started... laughing at him. They wheezed out something about being so dumb and not being able to see Birchflight's true feelings before going back to rolling on the grass. Foxfire felt his heart burn with fury. 

They must be insinuating that Birchflight didn't like him back! They must be taunting him! Something snapped within him, and he bowled over Cloudrose and Wrendawn over within seconds, holding the wet moss over their snouts and not letting go until he was sure they were dead.

When the deed was done, however, Foxfire quickly came back to his senses and was hit with an immense wave of regret. He killed Birchflight's best friends! If she didn't return his feelings before, she would never return them now! He quickly dragged them back to camp and told the leader that Cloudrose and Wrendawn had died in a freak drowning accident. 

The day only got worse from there, as Birchflight returned from her hunting trip with the news that she had found Flamepetal's dead body on another Thunderpath. The last of his friends, gone. At least they could comfort each other on the day's tragedies.

The two of them began spending more and more time with each other. The leader even gave Foxfire Birchflight's young niece, Sparrowpaw, as her apprentice, with Birchflight receiving Foxfire's nephew as his. 

Their relationship had finally returned to what it was, and this time, Foxfire wasn't going to let her go. He just had to finish up this tracking session with Sparrowpaw first. The young apprentice, seeing how he wasn't paying attention to her, wrapped up in his own daydreams and worries, decided to get his attention by trying to slip into a sewer grate close to the nearby Twolegplace.

Fortunately, Foxfire noticed Sparrowpaw just in time and pulled her away from the edge of the grate. Unfortunately, he tripped and fell in himself, landing into oasis of sewer water himself, just slightly too deep for him to stay afloat.

Now he would never have a chance to confess to Birchflight... or so he thought.

Additional Information:

--Submission by @starfalcon555​

--These two share exactly one (1) braincell, and most of the time, it's in the possession of one of their friends or their apprentices.

--Birchflight and Foxfire would be SHOCKED to see each other in the DF at first, and even more shocked to learn that they killed the other's friends, but when they realize the reason for it, they are quickly overcome with joy and become mates almost immediately.

--Birchflight and Foxfire died on the same day, on opposite sides of the same Twolegplace.

--Birchflight and Foxfire's nephews/nieces picked their own warrior names to remember their dead aunt (Sparrowflight and Deerbirch) and uncle (Darkfire and Pebblefox) respectively.

--It’s possible Sparrowflight and Darkfire eventually becoming mates themselves, as they bonded over the trauma of their mentors dying to save them, as well as said mentors being each other's family members. Maybe they even name their own future kits Birchkit and Foxkit, for the Angst (TM).

--LOVE everything about this. The similar crimes, how their deaths were similar to their crimes, two halves of a whole idiot.

Aliases / Nicknames: Weretiger, The Beastly Kit, Monster in a Kit's Body

Gender: tom 

Sexuality: undetermined 

Family: unnamed mother, unnamed father, Mousekit, Sagekit, Wrenkit, Graykit (sisters), Cinderkit, Barkkit, Frostkit, Antkit (brothers) 

Other Relations: N/A 

Clan: Bushclan 

Rank: kit 

Characteristics: competitive, "werewolf,” has a severe migraine disorder that is amplified by moonlight, becomes very aggressive when having a migraine

Number of Victims: 8 

Number of Murders: 8 

Murder Method: mauling 

Known Victims: Mousekit, Sagekit, Wrenkit, Graykit, Cinderkit, Barkkit, Frostkit, Antkit 

Victim Profile: his siblings 

Cause of Death: severe blood loss, back legs ripped from his body, killed by Daisywish 

Cautionary Tale: N/A

Story:

As the youngest and smallest in a litter of nine kits--the largest litter anyone in all five Clan had seen in several moons--Tigerkit learned at just a few days old that if he wanted to stay ahead of the pack, he would have to be as vicious and ruthless as possible. 

He was always the one who ran the fastest to his mother's belly or the fresh-kill pile, the one who did new things the fastest, the one who initiated and won all of the games between his siblings. From sunrise to sunset, he was the king of the pride. But when the sky turned dark and the moon began to shine into camp, Tigerkit's personality would change, as quick as a finger snapping.

For some unexplainable reason, the moon seemed to have it out for Tigerkit in particular. Even just the faintest bit of light from the new moon made him cranky and irritable, staggering to and fro on his stubby legs and profusely gagging in between every snappy comment he made at his siblings.

Tigerkit’s incredibly worried parents took him to the medicine den, where it was determined that he had a condition called "light-strike sickness.” He was too sensitive to particularly bright lights, which gave him headaches. The medicine cats advised Tigerkit's parents to keep him inside at nighttime as much as possible. 

Unfortunately, they neglected to pass on the same advice to his siblings. They were all still young, and they couldn't understand why Tigerkit wasn't able to play with them as much anymore. And it also annoyed Tigerkit--less time playing meant less wins for him! 

So a few days later, when Tigerkit's dad had gone out on a late-night patrol and his mom had been requested to give help to a queen in labor, the perfect opportunity presented itself. Without anyone to watch them, the kits decided that it was the perfect time to sneak out of camp! 

Unfortunately, it was right in the middle of nighttime, and worse, the moon was full that night, spelling doom for all nine siblings. The second Tigerkit stepped out of the nursery, the blinding moonlight immediately took over his vision. His head was pounding, and it made his body tremble with a feral urge to bite onto something--anything--to make the pain go away. 

Mousekit and Antkit had turned around to face him, asking him why he was standing and staring at the ground like that, teasing him for being a slowpoke. That one last word was enough to make Tigerkit snap. 

The urge to drive the pain away powered Tigerkit up tenfold, and within a matter of seconds, he had descended on Antkit and Mousekit, ripping and tearing into their flesh like his namesake. After a few seconds of stunned silence, Barkkit and Graykit, the bravest of his siblings, stupidly lunged at him. He tackled them both in midair, ripping into their chests, necks, and faces as he did so. Kind and helpful Wrenkit and Frostkit ran over to them, only to meet the same fate almost instantaneously. Last were Cinderkit and Sagekit, the timid ones, scrabbling in fear to find a place to hide. 

In his current state, however, Tigerkit was too fast and too strong, and soon, they too lay in a pile of blood, bone, and guts at his feet. But it wasn't enough. His head still hurt so, so badly. He needed to bite more, to tear more, to rip more, to get rid of the pain. A stunned gasp echoed from behind him, and he whirled around to see most of the other nursery queens, including his mother, staring at him in shock and horror. 

Maybe something bigger to bite on would relieve the pain? He charged and leaped towards his mother, prepared to sink his tiny teeth into her leg. But Daisywish, the oldest of the permanent queens, was just a tad bit faster than him. 

Just before his teeth found his target, she leaped behind him and grabbed him by his hindquarters, sinking her teeth into his back legs and ripping them off like a wet leaf off of a flower stem, causing Tigerkit to crash to the ground. 

The pain was even worse than before. Not only was his head hurting, but so were his legs! By now, all the queens had run over to the carnage that Tigerkit had caused earlier. He tried to drag himself to his mom, feebly calling out an apology, but it hurt too bad, and he was feeling weaker and weaker by the moment. 

A single tear fell from his eyes, immediately blending in with the giant blood puddle forming beneath his tiny body. Then, his body went limp, and his vision went black.

Additional Information

--Submission by @starfalcon555​

--Tigerkit is the youngest of their kit submissions by far, being just a few days away from turning two moons old when he died.

--He feels great guilt for killing his siblings, but he also really likes the Dark Forest, as it has the perfect light level for him to not get migraines.

--Had he reached adulthood, his warrior name would have been Tigerstripe, for obvious reasons.

Aliases / Nicknames: The Butcher of Warriors, Dog-Hearted Cat 

Gender: she-cat 

Sexuality: lesbian 

Family: unnamed biological mother, unnamed father, Rex, Kuro (adoptive fathers) 

Other Relations: N/A 

Clan: N/A 

Rank: kittypet 

Characteristics: kills to avenge her dads, was raised by dogs 

Number of Victims: 19 

Number of Murders: 19 

Murder Method: biting into necks 

Known Victims: Swiftdapple, Newtfall, Woodflight, Crowbush, Reedmoon, Petalmask, Rockwing, Falconbreeze, Cloudsplash, Hickorysnow, Spotteddusk, Blackfire, Smokeripple, Doeswoop, Tawnythroat, Finchtuft, Patchberry, Russetstripe, Sprucelight 

Victim Profile: Bushclan cats 

Cause of Death: euthanized after being mortally mauled by Shellpaw, Blossompaw, and Ashpaw

Cautionary Tale: N/A

Story: 

Tinker Bell couldn't remember a time when she had been cared for by another cat. 

Her fathers had told her that her biological father had left her on the doorstep of their Twoleg's home, but that was all they knew about him. And honestly, Tinker Bell didn't even care. Rex and Kuro were the only dads she ever knew and the best dads she could ask for. 

She didn't care in the slightest that they were both dogs--dogs who, in their prime, had been dedicated and territorial guard dogs. They loved her and cared for her when she needed it the most, and for it, she loved them to the moon and back. She was often the target of ridicule for other kittypets and even a few loners in her Twolegplace for her preference for dogs over other cats. But she didn't really pay them much attention, biting back with witty comments. 

Witty comments couldn't prepare her for how utterly vicious some cats could be, however. Five large, heavily scarred cats came from the forest, calling themselves "Bushclan," and demanding Tinker Bell to hand over the catmint that grew abundantly in her garden. When she refused, two of the cats stepped towards her, claws unsheathed. 

Rex and Kuro quickly noticed the commotion, bravely standing between the wild cats and their daughter, growling that if they wanted to lay a claw on her, they would have to get through them first. None of them expected the wild cats to strike back. Their claws and teeth were much stronger than any cat Tinker Bell had ever seen, and Rex and Kuro were getting up in age at this point, their skin loosening as a result. 

They collapsed to the ground, blood pooling from their throats. Tinker Bell tried so hard to stop the bleeding, but it was too late. Rex and Kuro licked their daughter's cheek one last time, and then they were both gone. By the time Tinker Bell had been able to lift her head up again, a massive headache forming from all of her sobbing, the "Bushclan" cats had disappeared, taking a large amount of the catnip with them. 

Something snapped inside of Tinker Bell that day, and she vowed to kill every last Bushclan cat, so that her fathers could be properly avenged. And she lived up to that promise, venturing further and further into the forest each day, finding a Bushclan cat on their lonesome and killing them with increasing bloodthirst.

The more she killed, the more rumors spread about the tiny gray tabby kittypet who was single-handedly cutting the warrior population in Bushclan by half. Yet most of the cats never saw her coming. She was just too cute and innocent, after all. 

This lasted for a couple of years. But one day, three Clan cats came to her. Shellpaw, Blossompaw, and Ashpaw. Three young siblings who were absolutely pissed at her. Apparently she had murdered their parents, and they had come to get revenge. 

What hypocrites. If their parents' so-called Clanmates hadn’t murdered Tinker Bell's parents, they wouldn't be dead!

She opened her mouth to say this, but Shellpaw, Blossompaw, and Ashpaw pounced on her. Without the element of surprise, it turned out she wasn't that good of a fighter. She barely managed to pull herself free, dragging herself out of the forest and back to the house of her horrified Twoleg, who rushed her to the Cutter as soon as they could. 

But it was too late. She had lost too much blood, and they couldn't possibly stitch up all of her wounds. Tinker Bell was euthanized on the operating table, her Twoleg petting her bloodied head gently. As her vision went black, she could feel the warm sensation of Rex and Kuro's tongues licking her, and she purred, knowing that she had done her best to avenge them.

Additional Information:

--Submission by @starfalcon555​

--The idea for this character was very loosely inspired by the Pixie and Brutus comics on Instagram!

--Rex was a Doberman Pinscher, and Kuro was an American Akita. 

--Star’s considering making her biological parents Clan cats, and her bio father (the one who abandoned her) a future Dark Forest resident. Still not 100% sure on this, though.

--Shellpaw, Blossompaw, and Ashpaw eventually receive the warrior names of Shellpatch, Blossomsmoke, and Ashrock! They are each named after one of their parents, all of whom Tinker Bell killed. See if you can guess who their parents were from the victims list! 

Cypresskit

Aliases / Nicknames: Little Twig, My Sweet Child 

Gender: nonbinary 

Sexuality: undetermined 

Family: Cranewhisker (mother), Bramblestream (father), Badgerkit, Pebblekit (brothers) 

Other Relations: N/A

Clan: Prairieclan 

Rank: kit 

Characteristics: protective of their mother 

Number of Victims: 1 

Number of Murders: 1 

Murder Method: suffocation, teaming up with siblings 

Known Victims: Bramblestream 

Victim Profile: their father (unknowingly) 

Cause of Death: fell off of a cliff

Cautionary Tale: a warning against half-clan relationships, the secrecy they create can only lead to disaster

Story:

Cypresskit, Badgerkit, and Pebblekit were normal kits. They spent all of their time playing or listening to stories in the elders' den, and they absolutely could not wait to become warriors.

They were very close with their mother, Cranewhisker, and thought she was the coolest cat to ever walk the territories. They didn't care that they didn't have a father! Cranewhisker had enough love for all three of them! They loved her so much, and would do anything to protect her, even hissing at any toms they saw talking to her. The toms and Cranewhisker thought it was adorable, and never stopped them.

When they were three moons old, however, Cranewhisker started taking walks outside the camp during the evenings. The kits didn't think much of it at first, but she was gone for longer and longer periods of time. When Cypresskit asked their mom where she was going, she told them she was planning a "surprise" for them, a twinkle in her eye. That got the siblings excited, and they didn't ask any more questions.

A few days after that, however, Cranewhisker went out as usual. When she returned, the kits snuggled up to her in happiness, but as they did so, a strange smell entered their noses... An unfamiliar tom, one who didn't smell like any other in their Clan! Was someone hurting their mama?

The next evening, Cranewhisker went out once again. This time, however, Cypresskit, Badgerkit, and Pebblekit followed her out of camp, walking as quietly as their tiny little kit paws possibly could.

It was getting dark, however, and all of the new and interesting sights distracted the trio. One moment, Badgerkit and Pebblekit were cheering on Cypresskit as they pounced on an unfortunate robin chick, and the next, they had turned their heads only to realize they had lost sight of Cranewhisker.

The kits cried out in terror, searching the clearing desperately for any signs of their mother. Soon, however, the sound of bushes rustling caught their attention, and they whirled around in joy, expecting to see Cranewhisker. 

Instead of their mother, however, an absolutely massive brown tabby tom came lurching out of the bushes, a bouquet of flowers clasped in between his mighty jaws.

The kits' first reaction was to arch their backs and hiss at the strange, scary looking tom. The tom, on the other hand, went slack-jawed upon seeing them, the bouquet of flowers dropping to the ground. He slowly approached the kits before crouching down in front of them and softly asking them what their names were and what they were doing in the middle of nowhere, so far away from camp.

Cypresskit hissed that they were looking for their mama, Cranewhisker, and that if this tom knew what was good for him, he'd go back to wherever he came from before she came and clawed the fur off of his butt.

The tom simply laughed loudly. He introduced himself as Bramblestream, and stated with a warm twinkle in his eye that he was actually looking for Cranewhisker too. He  had chuckled softly, saying to himself that he thought that she wasn't planning on introducing him to his kits for another few sunrises, but that he was so happy to meet them.

Cypresskit, Badgerkit, and Pebblekit didn't hear any of that last sentence, however. All they were able to register was that this "Bramblestream" was waiting for Cranewhisker too. This must be the cat who was hurting their mama!

The siblings leaped for Bramblestream, who stumbled back in shock, allowing them to knock him over. They placed their tiny little paws over Bramblestream's muzzle and pressed into it as hard as they could. Bramblestream desperately struggled to get free, and he looked at the kits with tears pooling in his eyes as he did so, But eventually, those same eyes eventually dimmed, and his body stopped moving.

Cypresskit, Badgerkit, and Pebblekit sprung off of Bramblestream's body and cheered. They had defeated their first invader! Another rustle sounded from behind them, and this time, Cranewhisker emerged from the bushes, carrying a juicy seagull in her mouth and smelling like the sea. When she saw Bramblestream's body and her kits happily jumping around it, she gasped in shock.

The kits turned around and, noticing their mother, bolted up to her, yammering happily about how they had taken down "the mean, smelly cat who had been hurting you!" But then, Cypresskit felt something wet drip onto their shoulder. They and their brothers looked up to see that their mother was crying.

They really messed up now. They hurt someone who meant a lot to their mama. They were certain to get in big trouble now. But they had never gotten in trouble before. And they didn't want to find out what getting in trouble was like. Especially if it was huge trouble like this.

So they did the only thing that their little kit brains thought was reasonable to do in a situation like this: they ran.

Cranewhisker, after a few minutes of stunned silence, bolted after her kits, demanding for them to stop running, to please stop, that she would explain everything. But Cypresskit, Badgerkit, and Pebblekit didn't stop. They just kept running and running, looking straight ahead, trying their best not to look at their mother.

Unfortunately, this meant that they didn't see the steep cliff they were heading straight towards until it was too late. They tried their hardest to stop, but they had built up too much speed, and they ended up colliding into each other and tumbling over the edge of the cliff, and to their untimely deaths.

The last thing they saw was Cranewhisker, sticking her paw helplessly over the edge of the cliff, screaming out for her babies.

Badgerkit

Aliases / Nicknames: Little Badger, My Sweet Child 

Gender: tom 

Sexuality: undetermined 

Family: Cranewhisker (mother), Bramblestream (father), Cypresskit (sibling), Pebblekit (brother) 

Other Relations: N/A 

Clan: Prairieclan 

Rank: kit 

Characteristics: protective of his mother 

Number of Victims: 1 

Number of Murders: 1 

Murder Method: suffocation, teaming up with siblings 

Known Victims: Bramblestream 

Victim Profile: his father (unknowingly) 

Cause of Death: fell off of a cliff

Cautionary Tale: a warning against half-clan relationships, the secrecy they create can only lead to disaster

Story:

see Cypresskit

Pebblekit

Aliases / Nicknames: Little Pebble, My Sweet Child 

Gender: tom 

Sexuality: undetermined 

Family: Cranewhisker (mother), Bramblestream (father), Cypresskit (sibling), Badgerkit (brother) 

Other Relations: N/A 

Clan: Prairieclan 

Rank: kit 

Characteristics: protective of his mother 

Number of Victims: 1 

Number of Murders: 1 

Murder Method: suffocation, teaming up with siblings 

Known Victims: Bramblestream 

Victim Profile: his father (unknowingly) 

Cause of Death: fell off of a cliff

Cautionary Tale: a warning against half-clan relationships, the secrecy they create can only lead to disaster

Story:

See Cypresskit

Additional Information:

--Submission by @starfalcon555​

--They are half-Clan kits, their father Bramblestream coming from BushClan.

--Bramblestream is horrified when he learns his kits ended up in the Dark Forest, and pleads with StarClan to let them in. He blames himself for his own death and their deaths more than anything, believing that if he just moved to Prairieclan to be with his family, none of this would have happened.

--The kits are actually distantly related to Webstripe, as Bramblestream is Webstripe's maternal half-cousin.

--They get adopted by Doesong and Sparktail in the Dark Forest (got permission for it from @elementaldeityoffood​), and they brag CONSTANTLY about having three moms, and love all of their moms so much (;

--Had the kits lived to adulthood, their warrior names would have been Cypresstail, Badgerfoot, and Pebblespots.

Aliases / Nicknames: Bleeding Heart, Heartbreaker, Destroyer of Families, Kit Slayer

Gender: tom

Sexuality: heterosexual

Family: unnamed mother, unnamed father, Thistletail (brother), Yarrowkit, Dustkit, Larkkit (nieces and/ or nephews)

Other Relations: unnamed mentor

Clan: Bushclan

Rank: warrior

Characteristics: targeted the mates and kits of his crushes to make them fall for him instead

Number of Victims: 14

Number of Murders: 13

Murder Method: bashing heads onto rock, slashing, leading to Thunderpath, poisoning, suffocating

Known Victims: Wolfkit, Birchkit, Reedkit, Darkfrost, Redflower, Applekit, Sootkit, Beetlekit, Firefeather, Briarclaw, Yarrowkit, Dustkit, Larkkit, Thistletail

Victim Profile: kits and mates of his crushes, his crushes who did not return his affection

Cause of Death: run over by a speedboat, killed by Sunnyheart

Cautionary Tale: ??

Story:

From a very young age, all Webstripe wanted in life was a mate. 

His parents had a very close relationship, and he wished that he could have a relationship like theirs one day. As soon as he becomes a warrior, he started courting other female warriors. But for some reason, they all turn him down. Politely, but they still turn him down.

Webstripe couldn’t understand what it was he was doing wrong. He's a nice guy! Smart, funny, a great hunter! What don't they see in him? Webstripe became surly and angry, his parents and brother trying in vain to help him. For a while, he just stewed in anger, but soon, he got a direction in which to aim his anger: one of his crushes, Redflower, moved into the nursery, expecting Darkfrost's kits.

Webstripe was enraged. Darkfrost is so quiet! There's nothing in his brain! Why him over Webstripe? Seeing Redflower and Darkfrost dote on their kits, Wolfkit , Birchkit, and Reedkit, only made his anger burn ever brighter. So he formulated a plan.

When Wolfkit, Birchkit, and Reedkit became three moons old, Webstripe lured them out of camp by promising to teach them some battle moves. He lead them to a large rock, then bashed each of their heads, reveling in their screams of pain. After they all died, he placed the body of a bloodied hawk next to the kits. 

When a patrol found them, Webstripe, faking tears, claimed that the kits had snuck out and were attacked by a hawk. He bravely took down the hawk, but it dropped them onto the rock, killing them. The clan bought it, and Webstripe was soaked in praise. 

But Redflower didn’t come running to him. She instead became closer to Darkfrost, the two mourning their kits together.

Furious, Webstripe decided that Darkfrost must be the problem. During a battle with an enemy Clan, he lured Darkfrost away and slashed his throat. But even then, Redflower wouldn’t have him. So Webstripe decided that if she doesn't see herself as being worthy of his love, she isn't worthy of living. 

So he suffocated her in her nest in the middle of the night, doing it carefully and precisely so that no one could hear her cries for help.

For a while, Webstripe was complacent again. But then, another one of his crushes, Briarclaw, moved into the nursery, expecting Firefeather's kits.

Once again, Webstripe was enraged. How can Briarclaw fall for arrogant Firefeather, his head so far up his own ass, over him, so humble and generous? And once again, seeing Briarclaw and Firefeather dote on their kits, Applekit, Sootkit, and Beetlekit, only fueled his anger.

But he couldn’t kill the kits in the same way again. Then he'd be found out. Webstripe came up with a solution to this when, while hunting on his own, he came across a very elderly fox, sniffing weakly around its own den.

He took Applekit, Sootkit, and Beetlekit to the fox den, telling them he'd show them a real life fox, before ripping into their tiny bodies and leaving them in the den. When the elderly fox tried to defend its den, Webstripe swiftly killed it. And when a patrol found them, Webstripe spun another lie, that the kits snuck out, that he followed them into the fox den, that he was too late to save them, but he was able to kill the fox in revenge.

Once again, the Clan fell for the ruse, and once again, Webstripe was showered in praise. But just like last time, Briarclaw wouldn’t leave Firefeather, the two instead growing closer together in their mourning.

So just like last time, Webstripe decided that Firefeather was the problem, lured him away during a battle with an enemy Clan, and killed him. And once again, Briarclaw still wouldn’t run into his embrace, so he snuck deathberries into her prey and watched with delight as she dropped dead.

Webstripe had thought that the least of his problems were over. But then, the worst thing happened. Sunnyheart, his first ever crush, his strongest heart, moved into the nursery... expecting Thistletail's kits! Expecting his own brother's kits! 

Webstripe wasn’t just angry at Sunnyheart, but also at Thistletail, perhaps even more so. His brother knew about his struggles. He comforted him as he cried whenever he was rejected. He knew how much he loved Sunnyheart. And he had the gall to steal her from him, knowing how much he loved her?

He watched Thistletail play with his and Sunnyheart's kits.

Yarrowkit, Dustkit, and Larkkit.

They tumbled around in the middle of camp, and his heart burned with more anger than it had ever had before. He was going to make those kits really suffer.

Webstripe brought Yarrowkit, Dustkit, and Larkkit to the nearby Thunderpath, large, and during the current season of greenleaf, very busy. He forced them to step onto the Thunderpath, and laughed in maniacal delight as they were run over by multiple monsters, back to back to back, slowly turning their bodies into pastes.

Just before he can return to camp, however, Thistletail suddenly appeared out of the bushes, his eyes widening, his body puffing out, and a scream of sheer agony escaping his mouth as he surveyed the carnage. Apparently, Thistletail had noticed his kits were missing, and he had followed them to the Thunderpath.

Thistletail leapt for his brother, and while his sheer anger made him a formidable opponent, Webstripe was just barely able to overpower him. He pined him down, grinning wickedly, before biting off half of his precious tail, his warrior namesake.

He then moved Thistletail onto the Thunderpath just in time for a patrol to show up, where Webstripe told his final tall tale: the kits escaped, Thistletail followed them and tried to save them, but ended up getting hit himself, Webstripe came just in time to save Thistletail, but the kits were already too far gone. By this point, Thistletail had passed out from blood loss, and could not tell the truth.

For the next moon, Thistletail lied in the medicine den in a coma, and Webstripe was showered with more praise then ever before. But he wasn’t happy. All he wanted was Sunnyheart's love. Her kits are dead, and her mate might as well be halfway to StarClan! She should’ve been be all over him! What more should he have done for her?

He seemingly got his answer while taking a walk on the beach that borders his Clan's territory, stewing in his thoughts, when he smelt a familiar scent and heared a familiar voice screaming loudly. 

He looked over to see Sunnyheart flailing about in the ocean! 

Webstripe grinned in determination before jumping into the ocean and swimming towards Sunnyheart. This was the key to her heart! After he saved her, surely she would realize how dashing and brave he was, and dump his worthless brother!

But as he got closer and closer to Sunnyheart, she suddenly flipped onto her stomach and began swimming back to shore on her own, glaring at him with a mixture of anger and pride as she did so.

Confused and infuriated, Webstripe paddled after her faster, demanding to know what exactly she was trying to accomplish here. But suddenly, just as Sunnyheart got back on shore, Webstripe heared a loud whirring noise.

He turned his head just in time to see a thin, sleek water monster, blasting through the water right towards him. It was so fast, and he didn't have any time to move. He looked at Sunnyheart, a satisfied smirk plastered on her face. It was the last thing he saw before the water monster slammed into him, and everything went black. 

At least she was the last thing he saw.

Additional Information:

--Submission by @starfalcon555 

--BITCH

--Thistletail actually woke up from his coma a few days before Webstripe's death and told Sunnyheart that Webstripe killed their kits. Sunnyheart knew that water monsters would be plentiful in the ocean during greenleaf, and faked pretending to drown when she saw him passing by, fully intending for him to get hit by a water monster and thus avenging her kits. (She's such a girlboss :P).

--Water monsters are boats. Webstripe was specifically hit and killed by a speedboat.

--These characters are all part of a fanclan called BushClan! 

--The story is so cool! The ending murder feels like the actual climactic scene in a story, I would love to read it as one!

--SPUN more lives.. cause Web..