Dark Forest Resident: Snowfringe
Aliases / Nicknames: Snow, Fringer
Gender: tom
Sexuality: bisexual
Family: unnamed mother, unnamed father, two unnamed brothers, Chiveplum (love interest)
Other Relations: unnamed mentor, Sootpaw (apprentice)
Clan: Thunderclan, Starclan (formerly)
Rank: warrior
Characteristics: was in denial of their own death, drove apprentice to insanity
Number of Victims: 1
Number of Murders: 0
Murder Method: N/A
Method of Harm: driving insane (unintentionally)
Known Victims: Sootpaw
Victim Profile: his apprentice
Cause of Death: brain aneurysm
Cautionary Tale: ??
Story:
It was too quick. Maybe if his death had been slower, he would have had time to realize that it was real, to come to terms with it.
But he had still been young, should have had an entire life to look forward to. He had been planning on confessing his feelings to Chiveplum. He was going to apologize to his brother for embarrassing him at the last gathering. He still had moons to train Sootpaw, who he loved like a younger sibling.
He should have had years to live, sharing meals with Clanmates, swapping stories and laughs. He should have had kits and watched those kits have kits. He would name them Mistlekit and Patchkit if there were two, and would groom them so hard before their apprentice and warrior ceremonies that they would complain.
He should have fought in battles to protect his Clan. He should have worked extra hard to catch prey in leaf-bare to feed his Clan.
He shouldn’t be dead.
And he decided that he wasn’t.
His denial was so strong, so fervent, that he believed that he was still alive. He tried to train his apprentice, who was over the moon to see him-- at least he was at first.
Snowfringe didn’t understand why Sootpaw was becoming so.... strange. He claimed that he didn’t want to see Snowfringe anymore, didn’t want him to train him or sit in the camp and stare at him when no one else could see, didn’t want him to give him fresh-kill that he wasn’t really carrying, or act like he was still alive.
Snowfringe was confused by that. Of course he was alive!
That was the final straw, and Sootpaw ran from the Clan, from it all, screaming and crying as he went.
And Starclan came to send Snowfringe away.
At least now he knew that it was real.
