#redmallow

Aliases / Nicknames: Kittypet, Cutter-cat, Ivypaw, Brittlebones

Gender: female

Sexuality: asexual, aromantic-sapphic

Family: Jessie (mother) unnamed father, Wobblekit (son)

Other Relations: Cranespots (mentor), Redmallow (best friend)

Clan: ShadowClan

Rank: kittypet (formerly), warrior

Characteristics: tiny, formerly a kittypet in a hoarding situation, will bite your ankles off, distrusts authority, lies about her age

Number of Victims: 4

Number of Murders: 4

Murder Method: smothering, poisoning, luring to badger den, snapping neck

Known Victims: Lionthroat, Redmallow, Bearshake, Inkyshine

Victim Profile: warriors who questioned her about her past or about her health

Cause of Death: complications from Rubber Jaw Syndrome and hypocalcemia

Cautionary Tale: ??

Story:

She knew she was young to have a kit.

Too young.

Her son was weak, she was weak, and everyone and their littermate knew it, so why did cats keep rubbing it in her face?!

“Do you know how old you are, Ivy?” Lionthroat, the old punk of a healer, had asked as he looked her over from a safe distance.

“You’re awful small. Little brittlebones, eh?” said by Redmallow, the old grumpy red tom, as he basked in the sun.

“Better eat enough to grow up properly!” said by Bearshake, the bastard deputy who refused to believe that she was 14 moons old.

“I can nurse him if you can’t make enough milk” Inkshine had told her. The black queen whose passiveness was made worse when Wobble ended up preferring her to his own mother!

Insult by insult, they built until something snapped.

The first to go was Lionthroat. She’d honestly expected to be caught then and there, with how much he thrashed. But she got away with it! In his own den!

Next was Redmallow. The poor old tom just couldn’t hold his foxglove.

Bearshake was difficult. She tried for moons, only to find that, where she went, he usually followed to “keep her out of trouble." Who knew that her little body kept her out of sight so well? Bearshake didn’t see her, and neither did the badger that got him.

Then it was Inkyshine’s turn. The queen tucked Wobblekit against another queen, and followed Ivyburble to her death. But first, she said something that made Ivyburble see red.

“I hope your life gets better after this.”

She snapped Inkyshine’s neck, and returned to camp.

She didn’t want to eat.

Her mouth hurt more and more, as Wobble got bigger. Soon he was larger than her!

But she got smaller.

Weaker.

Everyone and their littermate knew it.

Additional Information:

--Submission by @ambitiousauthor

--Ivy didn’t realize that her victims were trying to help her, since the cats in her old home were… yikes.

--She was actually 11 months old when she came to the Clan.

--Inkyshine viewed her as a daughter.

--Wobblekit became Wobbleshine, and later Wobblestar.