Dark Forest Resident: Wildkit
Aliases / Nicknames: Mildkit, Cry-kit, Motherless
Gender: tom
Sexuality: homosexual
Family: Pollenpatch (mother), Hailsmoke (adoptive mother), unnamed father, Thriftkit, Rubblesong, Twighare (adoptive brothers)
Dark Family: Applesting (adoptive father), Mouseshell (adoptive sister)
Other Relations: N/A
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: kit
Characteristics: easily frightened, selective mute, incredibly shy around strange cats, incredibly outgoing when around trusted cats
Murder Motive: wanting his bullies to leave him alone
Number of Victims: 1
Number of Murders: 1 (unintentionally)
Murder Method: pushing off of tree (blunt force trauma)
Known Victims: Thriftkit
Victim Profile: his adoptive brother, his bully
Cause of Death: side stabbed (pecked) by bird
Cautionary Tale: ??
Story:
He never got to know his mother. She had gotten sick during pregnancy, and the premature labor was too much for her. She was only alive for a few days, but Wildkit was sure he could remember her soft fur curled around him...surely he must remember his mother. He had to.
But Hailsmoke insisted it was impossible. She wasn't one for heads in the clouds, and Wildkit couldn't help but wish she wasn't his adoptive mother.
He knew that she didn't like him. She didn't dislike him, but it was clear that Hailsmoke wasn't happy about their arrangement either. But she was the only nursing queen in the Clan, so she--and her three older sons--were Wildkit's family now.
Wildkit just wished that they liked him.
Thriftkit, Twigkit, and Rubblekit thought that a smaller brother was perfect--as a scratching post.
Wildkit tried to put up with it at first when they promised a prize if he let them practise their pounces on him, but soon enough he got tired of it, and he got tired of Hailsmoke's disinterest in stopping them.
But it turned out that the trio didn't care whether or not Wildkit allowed them to beat him, they would do it anyway.
Wildkit found solace in the elders' den, perhaps the only place in the camp he felt truly safe, as it was the only place he could be sure there would be someone to put a stop to his brothers' antics.
He had first run into the den while hiding from Thriftkit's sharp teeth, and seeing his distress, old Tigerdawn have offered to tell him a story to distract him.
Wildkit accepted, and was told a tale of a great cat, one who protected the weak and vulnerable, especially little kits.
Wildkit was entralled.
He visited the elders' den more and more, wishing he could hear stories of Mouseshell every second.
He thought of her often, wondering if her spirit was watching over him. He would imagine her swooping in to save him when his brothers were being mean, maybe taking him away from the Clan, taking him in as her own so he didn't have to be around Hailsmoke, Thriftkit, Twigkit, or Rubblekit anymore.
He could have a mother who loved him.
But that was a fantasy.
He had to be like Mouseshell....he had to be strong and stand up for himself.
It only made Thriftkit angrier.
Wildkit ran. He didn't care if he was leaving camp, he just wanted to get away. Why didn't they like him? Why were they so mean?
They were on his tail. Where to go?
He looked up and began to climb. It was thanks to his sharp kitten-claws and the tree's old, ragged wood that he managed to make it up the trunk and to a high branch.
But while that was enough to make Rubblekit and Twigkit stop, Thriftkit refused to be bested. He pulled himself up until he stood on the same branch, towering over Wildkit and threatening to shove him off of it.
"Leave me alone!" Wildkit closed his eyes and pushed hard. He heard a yowl and opened them in time to see Thriftkit slip.
His brother was still holding on, but it was obvious he wouldn’t be able to for much longer. He looked at Wildkit and pleaded for his help…
Wildkit shouldn’t have done it. But he was so scared and tired of being bullied and too young to fully grasp the consequences of his actions. He shoved at Thriftkit again, and his brother fell.
The thump was sickening.
The cries and screeches were deafening.
Rubblekit snapped that he was a murderer, and should be exiled.
Twigkit cried, shakily asking “why?”
They ran to camp—
They were going to tell on him.
He had to leave.
He scrabbled against the tree. It was among a large cluster, with his small body he could just make it to another tree that was close by enough to touch branches, then another….
In his haste, he got too close to a newly hatched nest, and instinctively the mother bird pecked.
Additional Information:
—He finds Mouseshell in the Dark Forest. She doesn’t wish to be his mom, so her father takes him in instead and he becomes his adoptive sister (and they are both way better to him that his previous adopted family).
—Here’s the explanation for why he is super shy around others but instantly called Mouseshell “mom” the moment they met!
—If the first shove wasn’t enough to damn him, the second shove + running from responsibility was.
