#cypresskit

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.

while nightstar survives the carrion sickness, he's exctemely weak. tigerclaw is able to become deputy and effectively run the clan, much to the anger of many shadowclan cats. with him, come snag and mowgli.

mowgli isn't formally an apprentice, but tigerclaw effectively mentors him. i have no idea how old they're supposed to be, but some fic got the idea of mowgli being an apprentice in my head and i don't think it effects anything.

tangleburr has a kit, dandelionkit, a mostly white she-cat with pale ginger patches.

brackenfoot passes from the carrion sickness.

later in the season, nightstar passes, and tigerstar succeeds him. (was this manipulation by tigerclaw? most definitely.)

he appoints blackfoot deputy.

mowgli becomes a warrior, nightwhisper. shadowclan has no elders, but they would hypothetically be pissed about this name. the lack of elders is, actually, the only reason tigerstar can name him nightwhisper.

rowanpaw is apprenticed to jaggedtooth, but cedarkit dies. dandelionkit also dies.

In the center of the camp paced the said tom, his white paws circling the dusty ground. He trained his stormy blue eyes directly trained on the ground, ears back and heart sounding in his hearing.

A shrieking yowl cracked his concentration, making him jump up nearly two fox tails in the air, hackles raising and claws unsheathing. A few cats gazed his way in varying emotions. Worryment, annoyance, and others he couldn't see in his pacing.

It felt like hours, was hours, since his mate went into kitting..

Until Honeyridge approached him, giving him the go-to, to see his mate.

He rushed in, ignoring as the resident medicine cat called after him, entering the inside of the den. Breath catching in his throat.

There laid Milkpetal, her grey fur shining silver in the dawn's light, looking exhausted like never before. Her tail was curled around her stomach, smiling gently.

"Hey, Ripplefang." She greeted, a purr rumbling in her chest when he nuzzled her, chuckling.

"No need for official names, love." He purred, feeling heat crawl up to his face.

"Here they are. Two toms and a she-kit." His mate meowed back, moving her sleek tail back to show him his kits. His kits. His children.

He couldn't help but fall down next to her, hot tears rolling down his face, dampening his fur. He nuzzled close to his mate and kits, his wet cheek rubbing against the first kit he saw. A black kit with grey patches and white accents. It's first name bubbling from his lips.

a complete listing of every cat in riverclan.

leadership

leader: crookedstar (7y). brown tabby tom with green eyes and a twisted jaw. (apprentice — pinepaw)

deputy: leopardfur (5y). golden spotted tabby she-cat with amber eyes.

seer: mudfur (8y). brown tom with long fur and a pale belly. (apprentice — podpaw)

warriors

loudbelly (5y). dark brown tom. (apprentice — silverpaw)

blackclaw (5y). nearly black tom with a torn ear. (apprentice — heavypaw)

mistyfoot (4y). blue she-cat with a bushy tail.

stonefur (4y). blue tom with blue eyes.

silverstream (2y). beautiful silver tabby.

greenflower (2y). brown tabby with a white flash on her chest and green eyes. (apprentice — larchpaw)

shadepelt (1y). very dark grey she-cat.

queens

greypool (6y). dark grey she-cat with yellow eyes.

bristlekit (1s). tortoiseshell she-cat. (mother — leopardfur)

Burrowkit; Wind-blessed she-kit with a power level of 4 (very low); Sweet

Cypresskit; Wind-blessed she-kit with a power level of 58 (medium); Anxious