#milkdud

Aliases / Nicknames: Bastard, Feral Bastard, Stupid, Piece of Shit

Gender: tom

Sexuality: unlabeled

Family: Caramelcrunch (mother), Milkdud (father), Creampaw, Toffeekit (sisters), Mochipaw, Sweetpaw (brothers)

Other Relations: unnamed mentor

Clan: Candyclan

Rank: apprentice

Characteristics: a brave but headstrong tom who holds long-lasting grudges

Number of Victims: 1

Number of Murders: 1

Murder Method: drowning

Known Victims: Milkdud

Victim Profile: his father

Cause of Death: slit throat

Cautionary Tale: ??

Story:  

Angelkit had always been a bit headstrong, stupid some might say, but his brother thought he was brave. He thought he was brave too, and so he swore that he would always protect his family, even if the meanest, biggest badger attacked.

He never suspected he would have to protect his family from his father, but as his father came into the nursery, bristled pelt, radiating rage, Angelkit prepared himself.

Mochipaw had stood between Milkdud and him and his brother, but Milkdud tossed him to the side, kicking Mochipaw for good measure, to make sure he wouldn't get back up.

Angelkit had leapt at Milkdud, biting him and clawing wherever he could reach. Milkdud yelped and tried to throw him off, eventually getting a good grip on his scruff and throwing him to the side to join Mochipaw, giving him a few hard blows before moving on and beating Sweetkit while Angelkit could only lay uselessly on the floor of the den.

Milkdud had been exiled a few days later. Angelkit was glad to see him go, hissing at him as he left. Caramelcrunch was not nearly as happy to see her mate leave, and cuffed Angelkit around the ear.

Caramelcrunch started ignoring him and Sweetkit, only really interacting with them to quell Angelkit’s "stupidity" or cuff him and Sweetkit around the ear. Angelkit didn’t care much, as long as his siblings were safe.

His apprentice ceremony came, and while he hoped that Sweetpaw would’ve become a warrior with him, he was supportive of him becoming a medicine cat. Caramelcrunch had something rude to say about it as always, but Angelpaw couldn’t care less, he was happy and so was his brother, and nothing else mattered to him in that moment.

His mentor soon took him on his first patrol, touring around the territory. It had been going fine until Angelpaw stopped dead in his tracks. A familiar smell had wormed its way into his nose and wrapped his mind in bitter memories. He bolted off, ignoring his mentor’s yells for him to stop.

The scent only got stronger until he came upon a decrepit Twoleg den, the steps covered in grass and dead leaves, the roof had nearly been blown clean off, and the scent was as strong as it could possibly be. It was his self-centered asshole of a father.

He rushed into the den, taking his father by surprise. The two engaged in a lengthy fight, before it finally came to an end when his father went limp in the stream Angelpaw held him down in. Angelpaw stumbled away, attempting to follow the scent he left back to camp. He had been so close before he finally collapsed, the sound of his sister yelling being the final thing he heard before everything went dark.

Additonal Information:

--Submission by @ribbonzregretz​

--His warrior name would have been Angelcake!

--”These poor lil meow meows, I put them through so much and I will never stop.” YOU SHOULD.