Dark Forest Resident: Crispblue
Aliases / Nicknames: The Cleanser (by self), Bitch, Starclan Hating Monster
Gender: she-cat
Sexuality: ??
Family: Blueflower (mother), Applestrike (father), Mossshriek (mate), Duskit Birdkit Dirtkit (kits)
Other Relations: unnamed mentor, unamed apprentice
Clan: shadowclan
Rank: warrior
Characteristics: ableist, hates "useless" cats, just horrendous
Number of Victims: 30
Number of Murders: 26
Murder Method: clawing, asphyxiation
Known Victims: Brownfoot, Dirtkit, various unamed elders, warriors, and apprentices
Victim Profile: deformed cats, and cats she considered ugly
Cause of Death: mauled and eaten by a wolf
Cautionary Tale: ??
Story:
Disgusting.
All of them.
There were so many revolting cats in the Clans, even polluting her own camp with their hideous bodies and horrible stench.
She couldn't stand it. By the fresh kill pile, sharing the nursery with her as she nursed, healing her of her wounds.
Those creatures were everywhere.
The first one she got rid of was easy to kill. Brownfoot was slow and feeble.
She took him outside "to get you some fresh air." She unsheathed her claws as she saw him limp out of the elders’ den. "Pathetic" elders didn't do shit for the Clan and they did even less when they were injured.
She clawed in the neck and held him down and watched him choke on his own blood.
She’d pick off a lot of them since then. Several medicine cats, some elders, lots of apprentices. They had always had an accident of some kind and as far as she was concerned, she was saving the leader the ordeal of having to tell them they couldn't be warriors.
The Clan was small and scared. Most cats assumed some badger or fox had been strong enough to overpower all the disabled cats, but this still didn't explain how some merely disfigured cats were dying in the same fashion.
She was saving the Clans in her own warped mind. "Only the strong will survive and we need to hunt to live, so if you can’t hunt, you shouldn't be, here, right?"
One day she was out hunting and she chased a vole into some trees she was faced with a hungry wolf. Her shrieks had practically echoed within the wolf’s mouth as its teeth cracked her skull, stench choking her, but not before the beast took its time playing, tearing her, breaking her. And when it was all over, the clearing was a canvas of blood.
Additional Information:
--Submission by @purplegr33n Hope you don’t mind I made the death part longer. She deserves it.
--She has a mutation that makes her stripes not match.
--She killed one of her own kits for being “ugly.”
--She is just the worst.
--After avoiding her forth fight in the Death Ring she ran away and met Crowheart in the bog they are good friends
-Once she hanged on the starclan barrier for hours one starclan cat saw her dark red eyes and left.
