Dark Forest Resident: Sheeptooth
Aliases / Nicknames: Sheepy, Moma, Papa,
Gender: varies*
Sexuality: pansexual
Family: Meadowfang (mother), Hawksong (father), Riddle (adoptive father), Snailkit, Thawpaw, Wildcry, Timer (adoptive daughters), Rattlepaw, Flintpaw, Dinnberbone (adoptive sons), Sunpaw, Sideline (adoptive kits), several unnamed adoptive kits
Dark Forest Family: Marshpaw (adoptive son)
Other Relations: Flightly (mentor)
Clan: WindClan
Rank: loner (stolen as a kit)
Characteristics: chronic parent, refuses to stand empty nest syndrome
Murder Motive: self-defense, wanted to adopt kits to give them good parents, revenge
Number of Victims: 51+
Number of Murders: 51
Murder Method: drowning in floodwaters, triggering stampede by horse, pushing off of a cliff, leading to a snake, trapping in sinkhole, leaving in a collapsing tunnel, impaling on stalactite, bashing head against a wall
Known Victims: Tunnel, Riddle, Stream, Flightly, Clearstream, Gravelpatch, Driftscratch, Rabbitpuddle
Victim Profile: cats living in The Mine, cats they thought were bad parents
Cause of Death: starvation
Cautionary Tale: do not let your past experiences cloud your judgement
Story:
Sheepkit knew she shouldn't have wandered off, but what kit expects to be grabbed by rogues?
They would eventually learn not to blame themself, even if Tunnel was a scrawny cat who probably could be beaten by a poorly skilled warrior.
Kicking and shouting, they were brought down, down, down, into a dark tunnel. There they met the leader, Stream.
Tunnel wanted to use Sheepkit as a hostage for more prey. Stream just said they should drop her down a hole and be done with it.
It was an older tom who interfered, saying not to trap Sheepkit's spirit in The Mines forever. He offered to take care of the kit.
Stream promised that if the Clan cats found them because of what Riddle promised, he would share the same fate.
And that was that. Sheepkit was staying in The Mines.
It wasn't that Riddle was unkind, far from it. He would always make sure Sheepkit had enough prey, and any cat who made fun of Sheepkit changing their name as they grew older was met with teeth and claws.
It was....well...
Sheeptooth couldn't remember their parents' names.
And that ate at them. They were also claustrophobic. The dust in The Mines were really annoying.
Flightly, Riddle's half-sister, really just needed to go. He couldn't put his paw down on a solid reason. She just needed to leave. How lucky that tunnel collapses happened around once every six or eight moons. If you listened closely, you could hear the signs.
Sheeptooth didn't really know what they were doing. They had seen executions before, but never the body.
It delighted them because they knew what The Mine cats had done to their life, and wanted to make them pay.
It was a long, drawn out night. Death, claws ripping through skin, screams for help that never escaped the endless tunnels.
Sheeptooth, when she got the last one, had no idea what to do for the future. She dragged the bodies into a hole far away from her nest, and settled down to sleep.
In the morning, it was like a prophecy had been given to her. She looked around, and felt lonely. Dead bodies can't talk.
He needed friends. And surely there must be another cat who needed it.
They never even considered the idea of returning to WindClan. It wasn't their life anymore. The Mine cats stole their life away, and he stole their lives in return.
The first kit they found was one around five moons, wandering away from his house. Dinnerbone had been inside a Twoleg house, with a nice old one who went away and never came back. And many other cats. Many, many other cats.
Sheeptooth offered to make the other cats go away forever, but Dinnerbone didn't understand what she meant.
This continued for a while. She would take kits who were lost and lonely, and raise them in The Mines. A few times things were worse for the kits. They had truly awful parents, and Sheeptooth couldn't stand by and let this happen. So he killed the parents and took the kits until they were of age. He never let them leave by themselves. They could only set out in groups of two or three.
But Sheeptooth was the best father. Or mother, depending on the kit. He wanted them to feel the most comfortable they could. He never took one who wasn't old enough to eat prey. He taught them how to hunt and fight, and tried to teach them how to see the signs.
One day, they got too careless. The entrance of a tunnel collapsed while they were inside of it. But it didn't kill them.
As they lay dying, they swore they could hear the sound of laughter.
Additional Information:
--Submission by @frightnightindustries
--Cats who die in The Mines leave a part of themselves to guide other cats who end up trapped there. Those are the signs Sheeptooth could hear.
--The victim count includes all the cats that Sheeptooth kidnapped. And some of the murders were of bad parents, some very much were not, Sheeptooth just didn't know what good parenting looked like.
--Most innocent rimworld player. (Fright: " Sheep is inspired somewhat by how I play rimworld").
*It's Complicated (They have their kits use the pronouns of their favorite person on them, they use mirror pronouns otherwise, and if they don't know what pronouns they use to just use the pronouns that seem natural)
