#gremlinpaw

TawnyPaw followed GremlinPaw over to the trees, climbing up to try and find that new mushroom that Poppykit had mentioned. 

“So, what’s with you wanting to be ProteaFang’s apprentice?” 

TawnyPaw tilted her head, glancing over at him while they climbed through a particularly finicky section of branches, the thorns snagging on her thin pelt. 

“What about it?” 

“Tawny, you used to babysit her when she was a kit!” He turned around to sit in front of her as he tugged the bandage holding his leg together tighter.

TawnyPaw paused. GremlinPaw knew it had taken her a long time to be ready for a mentor after her trauma regarding her bio father. 

While sparring with him and his mentor, BrownMouse, she had already learned most of what she needed. 

“I like being around her,” TawnyPaw mumbled, looking away from him. 

She heard her sigh, and knew he had the ‘why are you like this’ look on his stupid muzzle. 

“You think she’s cute,” he deadpanned, a teasing spark in his eye. 

When she didn’t reply, he continued, leaning towards her with a grin on his face. 

“You wanted to spend more time with her!” 

TawnyPaw swatted at his head. “tickbrain!” 

He ducked, jumping backwards on the branch and accidentally stabbing himself with one of the thorns.

TawnyPaw composed herself, licking at her fluffed up fur. GremlinPaw didn’t know what she was talking about. 

“What about you?” She rolled her eyes, shooing his paws away from his thorn-pricked tail so that she could grip the thorn between her teeth. 

Like always, he never yelped, only smiled. She hurried on with her rabbit path of thought. 

“You’ve been BrownMouse’s apprentice for AGES! AlderStar should have made you a warrior a long time ago,” 

“Maybe I wanted to wait for you,” he puffed out his chest, resting his tail over his paws—they were covered in blood again, but when weren’t they? 

“Fox dung. You love being able to tease me because you know more. You would have asked AlderStar to make you a warrior the second I asked to be an apprentice!” 

GremlinPaw scrunched up his nose, and she gave a huff of satisfaction. 

He looked down at the thorn in front of him, and then down at the sleeping WebStripe below the tree. 

“Don’t.” TawnyPaw growled. 

“It’s harmless!” He meowed, his tone oh so disgustingly cheerful. 

TawnyPaw buried her head in her paws. GremlinPaw laughed. WebStripe screamed. 

Aliases / Nicknames: Fidgetfreak

Gender: non-binary-tom

Sexuality: homosexual

Family: Buzzardsnap (mother), unnamed father, Laughingmoss (brother), Mallardkit, Wheatkit (younger brothers), Bearkit (younger sister)

Other Relations: unnamed mentor

Clan: Pineclan

Rank: apprentice

Characteristics: kills to be exiled, killed to enjoy the feeling of guts, small, anxious, autistic, very fidgety

Number of Victims: 4

Number of Murders: 4

Murder Method: drowning

Known Victims: Redpaw, Mallardkit, Wheatkit, Bearkit

Victim Profile: his bully, his younger siblings, random rogue

Cause of Death: starvation

Cautionary Tale: N/A

Story:

He had four siblings, who all died shortly after birth. His mother was distressed, and upset she was left with a “broken kit.”

The Clan hated him. He had black fur while his family all had white fur, and he made erratic movements such as wagging his tail and stomping his paws.

Fidgetkit loved anything squishy. He loved pressing his paws against prey, he loved cushy moss. That’s what he would want cats to know about him.

What the Clan always talked about was that Fidgetkit was born with some deformities, such as his front paws being too long and his back paw being only half formed.

He was only two weeks old when the medicine cat forcefully tore his deformed back leg, snapping off his foot.

He recovered well, but seemed to always have an infection of some kind.

He was regarded by his Clan as an outcast, and when he was an apprentice, his mother had three new kits.

Three new white furred kits. The elders spread stories his whole life about how one black kit born to a family was bad luck, and that he was cursed.

He should have died at birth, and his heartbeat was still undetectable for some reason.

Fidgetpaw developed something the medicine cat called cauliflower ear, which was a build up of scar tissue after having his ear scratched in punishments so many times.

Fidgetpaw grew more and more anxious that he was bringing bad luck on his Clan, a Clan he didn’t care about, and so he decided he needed to be exiled.

But his Clan was low on members, and he wasn’t sure they would exile him just yet if he was bringing back prey.

Redpaw was always bullying him, tormenting him and calling him Fidgetfreak. The Clan certainly wouldn’t make that his warrior name, would they?

Redpaw and him went out on patrol, and when they were close to the cliffface, he pushed her against the rocks, cracking her skull open.

A pale pinkish substance leaked out of her head, and he hesitantly placed his paw on it.

It was squishy, and he stomped his feet in joy, completely forgetting what he had done.

He washed his paws off and returned to camp, but he wanted to do it again. If that was the kind of joy that came with murder, then why was it frowned upon?

Fidgetpaw killed his moon-old siblings after luring them out of camp, squishing their small brains together in a blob.

But he was caught by a patrol, and dragged back to camp. He was held as a prisoner, attacked and hurt, and given his warrior name early.

There were chants of Fidgetfreak, but one cat’s words stuck in his head: Fidgetguts. It wasn’t what he wanted at all, but it was the kinder option.

He was weak, and hurt, and the Clan elders claimed he was undead. The Clan exiled him, all taking a slash at his ear as he left.

In exile, he would die of starvation.

Additional Information:

--Submission by @wills-woodland-warriors​

--Zombie cat.

--Ref by Turukhan.

--He was 12 moons old.

--I’d love to hear any thoughts on him!!

--He has birth defects, but none of them but the leg ever affected him aside from a higher risk of infection in his ears.

--Because of how the paw was amputated, the leg itself is still there but is too short to put on the ground, so he struggled with walking and can’t run because the leg naturally wants to move in a walking pattern but it can’t so it’s hard on his joints. 

--”I struggled to show it in the ref, but if you google Jinx The Cat that’s pretty much what he looks like!”

--New apprentice up for adoption!!

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GremlinPaw stepped over MyrtleWing, jumping up onto the thorns so he didn’t wake anyone. 

“AlderStar?” He prodded at the tom with his paw. 

“It’s early, wake me up again I’ll kill you,” AlderStar mumbled, turning onto his side. Why he slept on his back GremlinPaw decided not to question. 

He tensed, heart beating quickly. 

“W-what?” He meowed quietly, his voice cracking. 

“You heard m- GremlinFrost? What are you doing here?” AlderStars tone turned to one of confusion, and he blinked sleep from his eyes, looking up at him. 

“I want to be an apprentice. I guess it doesn’t really matter to who, and it’s your decision, but I think BrownMouse would be good…” He trailed off at AlderStars amused expression, “What?” 

“I think that’s a great idea, I just don’t think you realize other people aren’t half nocturnal like you,”

“That’s called Crepuscular, I learned it from CrunchSnow. He twoleg was something called a boolagist,” he mewed proudly, adjusting his weight on the thorns. 

AlderStar huffed. 

“In the morning—and not at the crack of dawn, don’t wake me up again—I’ll do the ceremony,” 

GremlinPaw grinned, resisting the urge to jump up and down. 

“And uh, are your paws okay?” AlderStar gave his shoulder an awkward lick. 

He looked down at his paws, the thorns digging into them and poking through one of his toes, blood dripping down onto the thorns. 

“Oh. That’s quite inconvenient,” 

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BrownMouse and GremlinPaw belong to me.

GremlinFrost thought for a while, kicking at the lichen growing on the tree. FleaThistle would no doubt tell him off for it, but right now he didn’t care. 

GremlinFrost. GremlinFrost. Each time he said it it felt more unnatural. 

GoblinSnap was the one who suggested they give eachother warrior names at only seven moons old. 

They’d been living In a small badger den, barely big enough for the two of them even with their small size and lanky appearance. 

It was them against the world, he thought as his chest felt heavy and he blinked tears out of his eyes. 

Why did GoblinSnap have to leave him? Why did he have to fade so soon, leaving him all alone. It was meant to be them. 

GremlinFrost. He’d barely learned to hunt properly. He didn’t have a single training session. Who would his mentor have been? Does his sister even miss him? 

She must, if he was still here. He would—should—have faded moons ago. With GoblinSnap. 

He wanted to know what it was like to be an apprentice, to have someone care for him. BrownMouse was really kind, and a good hunter. Maybe he would be a good mentor. 

‘GremlinFrost’ wondered if he’d ever mentored an apprentice before. 

He huffed, unhooking his claws from the tree and jumping down through the branches, heading towards the eye-out thorns. 

Maybe he could be an apprentice. 

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Gremlin’s sister tells stories about him to her kits, which is why he hasn’t faded. GoblinSnap had no one and was always considered the burden to the clan. 

anyone can feel free to continue this if they wanted, I just don’t have the energy currently