Dark Forest Residences: Firetooth & Furzeflower
Firetooth
Aliases / Nicknames: Honey, Love, My Fire
Gender: she-cat
Sexuality: heterosexual
Family: unnamed mother, unnamed father, Furzeflower (mate)
Other Relations: unnamed mentor
Clan: Shadowclan, Starclan (formerly)
Rank: warrior
Characteristics: manipulates her mate into killing his new love to punish them both for moving on, bullies those she thinks are weird
Number of Victims: 3
Number of Murders: 1 (indirectly)
Murder Method: manipulates others into killing for her
Known Victims: Sparkstream, Furzeflower, Spottedbark
Victim Profile: cats she thought was weird, her mate, her mate’s new love
Cause of Death: drowned, killed by Buzzhop
Cautionary Tale: not all visits from a Starclan cat is a visit from a friend
Story:
She didn’t care much when Sparkpaw left for Riverclan. She was always too weak anyways. Besides, now that she was gone, Buzzhop would stop shouting at her every time she tried to... build Sparkpaw’s courage.
She hadn’t thought much of it when Buzzhop woke her up and asked to take her on a walk, too tired to. But as her mind cleared, something had felt wrong, and she tried to walk away.
But Buzzhop wasn’t having it. She had bit deep into Firetooth’s scruff, dragging her through the trees and across the pebbly shore in spite of Firetooth’s desparate attempts to claw her away. She couldn’t get away as her head was held beneath the lake’s surface, and was greeted in Starclan by Snakelight, a fellow victim.
She spent many bitter moons in the starry fields, spending most of her time watching over her Clan, and feeling glee as she witnessed Buzzhop impaled on a branch.
What most certainly did not bring her joy was seeing her mate, Furzeflower, find someone new.
Some other cats tried to get her to calm down, saying things like “it’s only natural,” and “you should want him to be happy.”
No. He was moving on, and by doing so he was forgetting her. He was erasing her memory.
She didn’t care what rules she broke to contact him and his dreams, angered by the joy he showed in seeing her again, and let him know that if he truly was so happy to see his mate again, he wouldn’t have gotten a new one.
He was sad to break up with Spottedbark, but said that he would do it for Firetooth.
But it gave Firetooth an idea. Furzeflower needed to be punished for moving on, and Spottedbark needed to be punished for taking what was hers.
Two birds with one stone.
It took time, but finally Furzeflower broke under her constant pestering.
Firetooth could have bounced with joy. That is, until she was confronted by a group of furious Starclan warriors, Spottedbark included, and exiled into the Place of No Stars.
Furzeflower
Aliases / Nicknames: Sweetie
Gender: tom
Sexuality: hetersexual, biromantic
Family: unnamed mother, unnamed father, unnamed brother, Firetooth (mate, formerly), Spottedbark (mate)
Other Relations: unnamed mentor, unnamed apprentice
Clan: Shadowclan
Rank: warrior, kittypet
Characteristics: kills his new mate to honour his first mate’s wishes, manipulated into killing
Number of Victims: 1
Number of Murders: 1
Murder Method: biting throat
Known Victims: Spottedbark
Victim Profile: his mate
Cause of Death: age-related complications
Cautionary Tale: be wary of what you are told. Are the wishes of your loved ones the best wishes for all?
Story:
He was four moons old when Sparkpaw left, too young to see his to-be mate in her cruelty.
Well, almost. When he became an apprentice, Firepaw was mean to him as well, but he took it as some hazing, and put up with it.
Spottedpaw, another young apprentice who was kits with him, experienced it as well. Unlike him, she was willing to yell at Firepaw for it, as well as go to their mentors. Having to clean out the elders’ den, Furzepaw could tell that Firepaw wasn’t too happy at the young she-cat.
He had decided to take the blame, putting Firepaw’s attention to him. Her bullying would continue, and Furzepaw hated to find that he was catching feelings for the mean she-cat.
But he was happy when Firepaw came to him and explained, albeit rudely, that she liked him. They decided to become mates when they both earned their warrior names, and did just that.
They lived happily together, Firetooth’s mean insults becoming simple banter. But it wasn’t long after that her body was found in the lake.
Furzeflower had mourned like no other, refusing to leave his nest or let go of the parts that still held Firetooth’s sent.
The only one able to finally make him stand was Spottedbark. She was supportive, making sure he ate, checking on him regularly. Furzeflower felt bad at first when he realized that he was beginning to really care for the kind she-cat, until he told himself that Firetooth would want him to be happy.
That is what he told himself.
He was devastated to find out otherwise, and held back tears as he told Spottedbark that he wanted to break up.
He tried not to listen as Firetooth became more and more angry, wanting him to hurt Spottedbark in worse and worse ways, spinning lies about her that he knew were lies but that he just couldn’t take anymore.
He took Spottedbark out on a private walk. Sneaking away, he climbed a tree and bounced on her, trying to snap her neck quickly. But she had survived, and he was forced to fight her, see her shock, feel her desperate attempt to get away before he finally clamped his jaws on her throat.
His guilt was immeasurable, and his mind felt crazed when even then, Firetooth stopped visiting him. He had done what she wanted, broke for her, and she was silent.
He was no warrior. So he left, becoming a kittypet and living in shame until he was taken to the housefolk’s medicine twolegs.
Additional Information:
--Firetooth stopped visiting because she was exiled into the Dark Forest at the same time he exiled himself. That, and also she stopped caring after her goal was done.
--Furzeflower’s scar is from Spottedbark.
--Furzeflower’s collar also most likely looks different than the buckle that is shown, as cat collars should not look like that and should instead be able to unclip easily in case the feline gets trapped in a bush or some other thing (luckily Jackdawfoot’s victims’ owners didn’t know of that).
