#fleetkit

Sharpkit is annoyed by Fleetkit's negative comments.

"Your fur is a bit scruffy today! No parents to clean you, huh?" *Her laughter, though loud, carries a hint of mockery.*

"What will you name them?"

Tucked away deep in the warm dark of the nursery, hidden from view of the stirring clan, Suntuft nestled closer to her sister. Between the pair, six kits squirmed. Unable to discriminate between two warm bellies, frequently did one of the several kits try to nuzzle into Brightstorm's belly fur, seeking out milk that would not come, and with great pain, barely veiled behind a neutral expression, she would have to nose them back to her sister.

To an ignorant onlooker, it simply appeared as though Suntuft had birthed an especially large litter. At a glance, even Brightstorm bitterly noted how all six kits could be misconstrued as siblings, their familial relationship a blessing and a curse.

"I don't know."

She bowed her head, studying one of the kits. The young she-kit was the spitting image of Bayspots, ironically--had she not known better, Brightstorm could have even deluded herself that her mate's blood ran through this kit. Perhaps it was a curse from StarClan, punishing her affair with a kit in the image of her betrayed love. But was she not only a cat with needs, with a want to be loved and cherished and acknowledged?

Blood ran hot and loud like a flooding river in her ears as her emotions surged, anguish and grief and longing all at once squeezing her heart. She had only wanted to be loved, and Eagleburn had given that to her. Was that so terrible a crime?

"Brightstorm."

Suntuft's soft voice split through the churning rapids of her thoughts, forcing the waters to slow, but only a little. Her tail settled on Brightstorm's flank, and she felt her warm nose press against her temple. Brightstorm leaned into her touch, feeling as if she was just one more helpless kit seeking guidance.

"I promised you that I would make sure these kits know their mother. I would never take them from you." Suntuft's voice was soft, sweet, and in it, Brightstorm saw a reflection of their mother, Boulderfrost. It felt strange to feel comforted all while struck by a stab of envy, wishing that she could emulate even an ounce of their mother's personality.

"... I know," Brightstorm murmured, and settled her head against Suntuft's flank. "I'm tired. Can I... sleep on it?"

Feeling Suntuft's eyes upon her, Brightstorm was relieved when Suntuft gave a hum of affirmation and did not press the topic further. The two sisters and their six shared kits cuddled closer together, and exhausted as both of them were, slumber came easily, and Brightstorm would later be relieved that it was a blissfully dreamless sleep.

From the edge of the nursery's mouth, tucked just out of sight of the she-cats, Eagleburn listened to the sleeping family before slowly padding away.

Aliases / Nicknames: Kit-Killer, Papa, Daddy, Dad, Pop

Gender: tom

Sexuality: pansexual

Family: unnamed mother, unnamed father, Fallowbird (mate), Juniperkit, Tumblekit, Fleetkit, (daughters), Littlekit, Flailfang (sons)

Other Relations: unnamed mentor

Clan: Windclan

Rank: warrior

Characteristics: never wanted to be a dad, kills his kits to be rid of them

Number of Victims: 4

Number of Murders: 3

Murder Method: drowning in vomit, poisoning, throwing into fire

Known Victims: Juniperkit, Tumblekit, Littlekit, Flailfang

Victim Profile: his kits

Cause of Death: throat slit vertically, killed by Flailfang

Cautionary Tale: ??

Story:

He never intended to have kits, and Fallow said that was okay, 

but then came Flailkit with a twisted paw

He followed his promise, let the thing grow up without him, but Fallow had more

and had told everyone that he would help the poor ma

with his reputation on the line, he agreed

But they came a moon early and Fallow passed with tiny Fleet

and he was left alone with three, and the wet nurse would only feed

Curses, they were

Curses he would rid himself of

Oh yes, he was sure

Juniperkit was first, fur still soft like a dove

He stuffed her cheeks full of foxglove and buried her when he was through,

wailing where had his girl disappeared to?

Then with Tumblekit, he only needed one paw to hold her down, he never swayed,

drowning her in the disgusting vomit she had made

Lastly was Littlekit, who thought the adventure fun

He took him out of camp and let him see the fires

He had asked ‘do you want a closer look, son?’

‘Oh, yes!’ Little cheered

as his pop took him by the scruff,

then he peered

‘Are we too close, dad?’

He watched as the flames died out, jumping in delight when the burdens were all gone

He was surely glad

But Fallowbird was smart, and mommy didn’t raise a fool

Flailfang caught on

The two of them joined in a dual

The living son slit his pa’s throat, and soon daddy dearest was gone

Additonal Information:

--Took inspiration from some of @ambitiousauthor​ ‘s submissions!

--Inspiration (this time of the story) comes from this song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qM1NuFhXhgA

--Basically he never wanted kits, but Fallow pushed him to. He wasn’t part of his first son’s life, but then with the next litter, she went around telling everyone how happy she was that Jaydust would help her now in order to make him help her.

He didn’t think he would have to do much, but then Fallowbird died giving birth and he was left to take care of the rest, since the wet nurse didn’t want to help anymore than giving them milk.

So he decided to kill the kits by first poisoning, then drowning, yes, in her vomit (he thought kits were disgusting, so likely she puked by his tail or something and he got angry), and then threw his son into a Twoleg campfire.

Flailfang realized what his father had done, and killed him.

--Flailfang is a victim due to neglect.

> Leader

Vixenstar - an unusually spotted cream tom

> Deputy

Flywater - a long-furred pale gray and white she-cat

> Medicine cat

Yellowscreech - a golden and white she-cat

> Mediator

Zinniabellow - a gray she-cat

> Warriors

Moorgrowl - a long-furred light brown she-cat

Apprentice: Patchoulipaw

Lilacthrift - a long furred pale tabby she-cat

Tanglepond - a silver tabby and white cat

Apprentice: Jumppaw

Branchtuft - a cream tabby she-cat

Fleetwhisker - a pale gray tabby she-cat

Apprentice: Gullpaw

Goldnewt - a pale gray tabby she-cat

Creekdart - a ginger tom

Birchlight - an unusually spotted gray tom

Apprentice: Bravepaw

Synthpond - a pale ginger tom

> Apprentices

Jumppaw - a dark brown smoke she-cat

Bravepaw - a silver tabby tom

Flamepaw - an unusually spotted black tom

Gullpaw - a long-furred light brown tabby and white cat

Patchoulipaw - a dark brown smoke and white she-cat

> Queens and kits

Lightningtail - a long furred pale gray tabby she-cat

^ (caring for Fleetkit - a silver smoke and white she-cat, and Sloekit - a ginger tabby and white she-cat)

Tallfreckle - a silver ticked she-cat

Apprentice: Flamepaw

PST... Asks are open!!!

"As Fleetkit opens their eyes for the first time, the morning sun's vibrant rays gently pierce through the bramble entrance of the nursery. Lightningtail and Branchtuft, their faces beaming with love and warmth, hover over the newborn. Nestled beside Fleetkit is their sibling, Sloekit, sharing the comforting warmth. The den, filled with the soothing scents of milk and moss, transforms into a safe haven, a prelude to the exciting adventures that await the young kit in the world beyond the Clan."

Welcome to Fleetkit's Legacy!

This is a Lifegen Legacy Challenge. What this means, is that we still start a legacy with our MC. After our MC dies, we go to our oldest kin, and so forth.

This is also being posted + updated in the Lifegen Discord server: (https://discord.com/channels/1125069186985640063/1195776050815303702) - So come check it out for extra sneak peeks!!

Settings:

Fleetkit

female kitten

young smug

eyes: sage ???

pelt: smoke experience: untrained

fur length: medium backstory:clanborn

parents: Lightningtail, Branchtuft

1 moon