Dark Forest Resident: Rookstorm
Sexuality:Â asexual, homoromantic-demiromantic
Family: unnamed mother, unnamed father, Honeyshade (adoptive mother, grandmother), Sweetwhisker (adoptive father, grandfather)
Other Relations: Tigerblaze (mentor), Elkdawn (former mentor)
Characteristics: wishes to be part of a prophecy, kills cats who actually were in jealousy
Murder Method: tearing belly, tearing throat
Known Victims: Addermist, Lynxblossom, Swiftchaser, Elkdawn
Cause of Death: killed by Tigerblaze
His life began with death. Shortly after his birth, his mother had a fatal seizure, while his father, riddled with anxiety, was killed by a fox after leaving camp to calm his nerves during the birthing process.
Rookkit was raised mainly by his maternal grandparents, Honeyshade and Sweetwhisker, grandmother and grandfather, respectively.Â
He spent much time in the eldersâ den, relishing in the stories they told, and other general activities and conversations that took place there.
He had a favourite type of story, too: cats chosen by Starclan themselves to be prophets, destined to save all the Clans, destined to be remembered as a legend.
What a thing to be. What a thing he should be.
He threw all his energy into trying to get Starclan to notice him. It only worked in making him an outcast among the other kits, save for Swiftkit. Swiftkit was younger than Rookkit by two moons, suffering from the horrid affliction of âfalling head over heals for Rookkit at first sight.â
Rookkit didnât take kindly to this newfound attention. Preferring to be alone, he wasnât too fond of someone else impeding on his âdestiny.â Swiftkit never got the hint, constantly trying to butt into Rookkitâs fun.
At six moons, Rookkit, rather Rookpaw, decided to train as a medicine cat. Surely that would put him in Starclanâs sight? He was appointed apprentice to Elkdawn, a sweet and motherly she-cat.
But patient and kind as she was, she could only put up with Rookpaw for so long, removing him from her wing after only a week after he had insulted her herbs to the point of bringing her to tears.
With the leaderâs approval, Rookpaw was forced to become a warrior apprentice under Tigerblaze, with a big and mean appearance that differs from his actual nerdy personality.
Rookpawâs narcissism managed to be thawed out, if not a lot than a bit, by the warriorâs joking attitude. Rookpaw even began to see the warrior as a brother figure.
Swiftpaw was still high over heels, Rookpaw was still annoyed by him. Nothing much changed in that department, other than Swiftpaw becomeing the new medicine cat apprentice.
At ten moons old, Rookpaw began to notice strange things about littermates Lynxpaw and Adderpaw, two older apprentices.
Often, the two slept fitfully, waking with a look that said âI just saw a ghost.â Additionally, they often visited the leaderâs den following these dreams, who would then seemingly make decisions based off of them.
They were receiving messages from Starclan? Two mediocre cats over him? Greatly angered, he vented his feelings to Tigerblaze.Â
Unfortunately, as close as Rookpaw and Tigerblaze were, Tigerblaze was equally close, if not moreso, to Lynxpaw and Adderpaw, who he was the actual older brother to, and he didnât take kindly to his apprentice slandering his siblings.
The fight got decidedly heated to the point of permanently damaging their relationship.
More moons passed and the apprentices each received their warrior names. Addermist, Lynxblossom, Swiftchaser, and Rookstorm.
A sudden disappearance of prey plagued the Clan. Starvation took many, including Honeyshade and Sweetwhisker. Destroyed by the loss, Rookstorm became increasingly aggressive. He went out at night often, picking fights with loners as a stress reliever.
While returning from one of these excursions, he noticed Elkdawn and Swiftchaser talking to Lynxblossom and Addermist, seemingly giving the siblings... travelling herbs?
Slinking closer curiously, Rookstorm began to make sense of what they were saying. âDonât worry, your role in the prophecy is safe with us. Starclan be with you.â He was just barely able to make out Elkdawnâs words.
Rookstorm snapped right there and then.
Leaping from his place, he bowls Elkdawn over, tearing at her stomach.Â
He leaped for the littermates next, but before he could reach them, Swiftchaser blocked his way, shouting at the pair to run. Annoyed, Rookstorm demanded why Swiftchaser had to interfere in everything he did.Â
Swiftchaser responded by saying, "Because I know that you can be better than this. I know you have the potential to earn StarClan's respect."
With a snarl, Rookstorm responded that if Starclan really respected him, they would have chosen him from the start. He then launched himself at Swiftchaser, running his claws down his face and gouging his eyes out in the process.Â
Unfortunately for Rookstorm, the commotion was loud. It woke everyone in the camp, including the leader, who had him exiled. As Rookstorm slunk away, seething with rage, his eyes locked with Tigerblaze. The warrior looked back at him with deep sadness.
Rookstorm dedicated his life in exile to tracking down Addermist and Lynxblossom, prophecy-stealers. After a long time that consisted mainly of starving, Rookstorm was about to give up when the two perfect and familiar scents caught his nose.
Lynxblossom and Addermist were walking along, chattering happily and cluelessly to his presence.Â
In spite of his weakened state, Rookstorm wasted no time. He bolted toward Addermist, knocking him down and ripping out his throat before anyone else could react. Lynxblossom could only cry out her brotherâs name before meeting the same fate.
Yowling in triumph, Rookstorm wasnât prepared for the large ginger shape to burst from the bushes.Â
Tigerblaze had followed his younger siblings on their journey to keep them safe, and now stood pinning Rookstorm to the ground while the blood of said siblings pooled around them.
Showing his teeth, Rookstorm claimed that none of this would have happened if Tigerblaze had simply listened to him as an apprentice.Â
Tigerblaze responded with a sigh, telling Rookstorm âyou know, you were as much of a little brother to me as Lynxblossom and Addermist wereâ in a murmer, âit was your own hunger for fame that caused this."
Before Rookstorm could make a comeback, Tigerblaze sunk his teeth into the back of his neck.
And everything went black.
A smile spread wide. He knew where it was in which he woke up. Starclan wouls regret the day they had abandoned him.
--Submission by @starfalcon555 ! Thanks for the submission, I really enjoyed the story!
--I like the curled stripe on his head
--Picrew:Â https://picrew.me/image_maker/1644754
