Dark Forest Resident: Possumpuddle
Aliases / Ncknames: The Nicest Cat Ever, Dark Forest Sympathizer, Aunty Possum, Mama, Darling, Savior, Helper, Guide of The Starless, Granny Anarchy
Gender: female
Sexuality: pansexual
Family: unnamed mother, unnamed father, Fawnbreeze (mate), Coyotecry (son), Mangleface (adopted daughter)
Other Relations: Mintecho (mentor), Badgershine, Jetfoot, Tanagersong (former apprentices)
Clan: Plainclan
Rank: elder
Characteristics: kind, rescued kits from the Dark Forest without permission from Starclan, took prey from Starclan to Dark forest cats, reunited family in Starclan with their Dark Forest kin
Number of Victims: N/A
Number of Murders: N/A
Murder Method: N/A
Method of Harm: acting against the border, allowing Starclan and Dark Forest cats to cross to the wrong sides
Known Victims: N/A
Victim Profile: N/A
Cause of Death: old age
Cautionary Tale: let those who walk without stars find their own path. Don’t try to help them.
Story:
Possumpuddle was-- quite possibly-- the nicest cat ever to draw breath.
She lived by her own code of kindness, and that didn’t change when she arrived Starclan after an exceptionally long lifetime of almost two-hundred-thirty moons.
However, Starclan was not what she thought it would be. Kits were discouraged from asking questions about what their lives would’ve been like, and-- despite the plentiful prey-- Possumpuddle couldn’t sleep knowing that the cats suffering in the Dark Forest had none.
One day, while hunting near the border, Possumpuddle saw a painfully thin calico she-cat with a mutilated face standing just beyond the border, staring at her meal hungrily.
Possumpuddle had offered the she-cat her meal, and been stunned when the she-cat asked her why she was offering.
“Because you shouldn’t need to go hungry for your sins.” She had said. “Now eat up.”
Over the moons, Possumpuddle became the one to go to for smuggling kits over the Starclan border. Cherrykit, Stagkit, Rainkit, all of them now rested at the bellies of deserving mothers.
Until one day, she was brought to trial.
On the grounds of taking cats from hell, of siding with the Dark forest.
Possumpuddle stood her ground.
“If you’re so terrified of an old she-cat, then send me to the Dark forest.” She had said. “And if you won’t send me there, then I’ll send myself. I’m tired of your better-than-thou attitude towards cats we could help.”
They sent her without another word.
Additional Information
--Submission by @ambitiousauthor
--Mangleface is the first DF cat she helped
--She has a den near the Starclan border
--She’s just a nice old lady
--Her description is: “an elderly she-cat with a stocky body, short legs, and long grey-going white fur. She has green-yellow eyes
