#snipvoice

Tried to make it more accurate to the picrew, but the back stripes looked a lot better than the shoulder ones, and looked worse when together, so I thought pants would would.

The spots are the same colour as on the picrew, and originally the stripes were too, but I had to darken them to see them better

Hope you like it! @frightnightindustries

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"Hello, Smallkit. What are you angry about?" He replied. Smallkit had already gotten used to the strange skill Claudrat had of telling emotions, so he continued.

"Someone said something mean to me. They think I'm mean because of Parsleykit, and that I don't blame myself like everyone else." Smallkit snarled. They were wrong. Smallkit was mean because of his general personality, not because of some simple prank gone wrong.

"I thought about fighting them, but..." "You didn't want to get in trouble." Claudrat finished the sentence.

The kit nodded, avoiding Claudrat's gaze, Claudrat took that as permission to continue. "Well, you chose the right cat for advice. Ripperclaw would tell you to poison them, Snipvoice would fight them for you, Gingerstamp is...soft...and A-...that's about it." He wasn't about to spill the secret of Applefoot also taking care of Smallkit. It was hilarious.

"Get to the point." Smallkit snapped. Claudrat got up, and walked over to the kit. "Use your words." He whispered.

"What?" Smallkit asked, but Claudrat only winked. He would figure it out. -------- "And what did you call them?" Gingerstamp asked, some time later. Smallkit bristled. "I didn't call them anything."

"He said that they would die alone, unloved, and deserving of such fate, because they are incredibly rude and a curse upon this plain of existence." Fungichomp sighed. "I think I know exactly where this came from, and please tell Claudrat to not spread his influence on the kits."

Gingerstamp internally groaned. "I'll talk to him."

Aliases / Nicknames: The Adder, One Who Was Rejected, Claud, Claudstar

Gender: male

Sexuality: bisexual

Family: Dory (mother), unknown father, Tune (brother), Siltflower (mate)

Other Relations: Sandflight (mentor), Dustpaw (apprentice)

Clan: ShadowClan

Rank: leader (formerly, stripped of lives just before death)

Characteristics: manipulative, charming, vengeful, urge to break into song that he has always resisted, curious

Number of Victims: 34

Number of Murders: 27

Murder Method: inflicting wounds that cause fatal blood loss

Known Victims: Applewhisp, Grasswing, Marshstar, Elmfur, Dustpaw, several unknown ShadowClan cats

Victim Profile: cats that got in his way, cats that he considered 'unworthy'.

Cause of Death: run over by a monster (car), killed by Siltflower and a resistance

Cautionary Tale: place your trust in cats and ideas well, or else you'll fall into darkness.

Story: 

Claud was born in a cold dark place, and all of his nightmares started there. 

He had a brother, Tune, and a mother, Dory, who told the two tales of the outside. But the cold dark place had bad creatures. Those were called 'humans'. 

They took Claud, and he returned to the world a little darker. He smelt different, and he couldn't open his one eye. A little later, and the brothers decided to explore. Sneaking out when the door was opened, they laughed as they dashed through running feet. 

Soon, they went through a hole. It wasn't smooth, like the others. Claud went in first, laughing as he ran and ran. Ran and ran until he saw a beautiful light. He smiled, but it quickly fell as he saw who wasn't there. His brother died that day. 

Then he started walking and walking. Until he met a strange group of cats, who lived in the marsh. He was accepted as Claudpaw, and immediately took a liking to Sandflight. As he aged, a hatred took hold. A hatred of the ones who had stolen away his family. Sharing this sentiment with Siltpaw and Snippaw, the three developed a bond. 

Bringing it up to Grasswing, the deputy, resulted in it immediately getting shot down. Claudrat, Snipvoice, and Siltflower got their warrior names with little trouble. When Grasswing vanished, no one suspected a thing. 

Not perfect little Claudrat, so loyal and kind. 

Not Snipvoice, so devoted to this Clan. 

Not Siltflower, Grasswing being her own mentor. 

Claudrat had looked around camp....Applewhisp had called him 'Spottedfreak' when he was younger. Surely she didn't deserve to be in his ShadowClan...better to get rid of her now. 

This had Siltflower object, as Applewhisp has been quite kind to her. But Claudrat did it anyway, hiding the body somewhere it would never be found. 

Next was Elmfur, many moons later, the deputy after Grasswing. They never suspected a thing after Siltflower led them to the tree....they never did again. And then, Claudrat was promoted to deputy. The rumors of RiverClan taking in a bright orange cat and his mate were of no matter, he had a Clan to lead. 

Slowly but surely, he wore down Marshstar's lives. Oh, rotten prey. Lost at the Carrionplace. And then, one night, Claudrat returned with blood on his claws. They had been terribly ambushed by a WindClan patrol! He tried to help...... But it was too late. 

Claudstar then, throughout the moons, killed other cats as well. Including his own apprentice, Dustpaw. He saw too much! 

But one day, Claypaw crossed the borders to meet with a cat called Fizz. And just as Claudstar whittled down the lives of his former leader, they slowly built up a resistance. One day, Siltflower put poppy seeds in her mate’s prey, having been disgusted by all the deaths she had been an accomplice to, and then the cats rallied. Dragging Claudstar out to a Thunderpath, even as he struggled, screaming, he heard voices. 

"Your......lives........revoked.......almost....destroyed....Clans..." At that point he just went limp and accepted his fate. The last thing he saw was the approaching monster.

Additional Information: 

--Submission by @frightnightindustries​ welcome!

--Inspired by Felidae. 

--StarClan took his lives out of fear. They had no prophecy. No plan. Nothing. People do crazy things when they are afraid. 

--He has spots like a cow, and there is one over his right eye, the blind one. His fur is white otherwise. 

Claudsta-no, Claudrat now, yawned as he opened his eyes. Above him was the sympathetically smiling face of Snipvoice.

“You too, huh?” Claudrat muttered.

“Yep.” Snipvoice replied.

The black and white spotted tom stretched, before getting to his feet. “How’d you die?" 

"Claypaw.” Snipvoice said. “He fed me deathberries. You?”

“The clan dragged me onto the thunderpath. Siltflower…” A look of horror flashed onto the face of Snipvoice. “Was she killed too?” He looked around frantically. “Then why isn’t she here?”

The despair on Claudrat’s face must have told Snipvoice everything. “No….” The grey tom buried his face into Claudrat’s pelt for a moment, before regaining some semblance of composure. 

“I…uh….need some time to think.” Snipvoice said with a trembling tone, before walking off into the woods.

“Well leave me behind, why don'tcha!” Claudrat shouted after him in a joking voice, before settling by the pool he had appeared from.

It wasn’t incredibly long before another cat approached him, this one a ginger tom.

“Hello!” The tom startled Claudrat, though he didn’t show it, and he gave the ginger tom a wary glance. “Are you new here?”

“Yeah.” Claudrat replied. “Just arrived. I’m Claudrat. Used to be Claudstar.” The ginger tom perked up. “I’m Gingerstamp.”

And then Claudrat began laughing hysterically. He shouted in the direction that Snipvoice went. “Oh, you’re not gonna belive this!”

Gingerstamp was watching him, confused. “Is….someone over there?” He asked. Claudrat nodded. “Hey, uh….by chance….would you happen to have kits?”

Gingerstamp looked even more confused. “Yep…didn’t get to see them grow up though.”

Claudrat smirked. “Would they by any chance be the children of you and a cat called….Nightfang?”

Hope sparked in the eyes of Gingerstamp. “You know them?” He said, whipping his head around, trying to find them. Claudrat held back another laughing fit.

“You could-” Before he could finish, Snipvoice finally came back.

“Claudrat, what is-” “Snipvoice, this is Gingerstamp.” Claudrat said, before bursting into hysterical laughter

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Gonna have a tough time finding out that Snipvoice killed cats, and Gingerstamp ate cats. Claudrat’s gonna sit back with some cat popcorn-what is the cat version of popcorn? Like some sort of herb?

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what IS the cat version of popcorn?

this is so hilarious because this makes me picture a normal setting-- an office or something and it seems so mundane until someone says that an idea could result in death