#stickpaw

Aliases / Nicknames: Little Shit, Mouse-Cat,Violent Idiot, Little Twerp

Gender: tom

Sexuality: unspecified

Family: Flamefur (mother), Logpelt (father) 

Other Relations: unnamed mentor

Clan: Windclan

Rank: apprentice

Characteristics: rash, excitable, rowdy, loves his Clan

Number of Victims: 23

Number of Murders: 0

Murder Method: N/A

Method of Harm: joining battles and hurting cats he has no business interacting with

Known Victims: various Shadowclan and Riverclan cats

Victim Profile: warriors and apprentices from enemy Clans

Cause of Death: exhaustion and being hit by a giant monster (car)

Cautionary Tale: often told about to hyper apprentices as a way to make them calm down

Story:

Stickkit liked fighting.

Clan kits are encouraged to envision the other Clans as enemies. However, Stickkit’s open despisement of Riverclan and Shadowclan went a few words over the line, and he was often scolded by his father.

“Stickkit, I don’t care if you were spying, you where going to get yourself killed.”

“Stickkit, don’t scratch them that hard.”

“You violent mousebrain!”

“I canit believe this shit anymore, Stickkit!”

“I wish you were never born!”

Stickpaw was excited when he became an apprentice. But, much like his father, his mentor didn’t seem to have much an interest in him. None positive, anyway.

When he could, he fought some random Shadowclan and Riverclan cats.

Even when a battle occurred between said Clans without Windclan involvement, he leaped in, clawing at various cats. He encountered a black-furred warrior in which he leaped onto, clawing and scratching at his chest with his hind paws. As the warrior flung him off, Stickpaw bit down dangerously on one of his toes.

He spit it out, failing to recover in time before various warriors beat him up, and he ran away crying and bleeding. He ran into a large rabbit hole. A mother and her babies resided in and tried to chase him out, but he managed to kill her and kick out her kittens.

He stayed there for three hours before returning home. When he returned to camp, news had already spread of his interference, and in retaliation, his father shouted at him, clawing his ears. As well, he was prevented from attenting the gatherings, or even from leaving the camp without a warrior watching. He was left with basically nothing to do but take care of the elders.

After only two days, he was fed up.

He escaped into the forest and ran, ran, ran. His pads cracked to the point of breaking, his fur slashing against whipping branches. But he didn’t care. He ran onto a large thunderpath. The wind had seemingly stopped, rain pouring downwards, directly onto him as though he were the target of Starclan’s wrath.

He sat, chanting to himself as blood pooled from his beaten paws. He was licking one of the worst wounds when he was hit. The monster that had hit him spun and collided with another, and as blackness fell over his eyes, his corpse was littered with metal debris.

Additonal Information:

--Submission by @purplegr33n​

--This was originally a comedy character.

--He has bushy fur.

--His parents are horrible.

--His last words were “Rain, please cleanse me of my sins! Please rain, I-I’m sorry, I--”

--Most apprentices training in the Dark Forest think he’s also an apprentice at first.

Splinterpaw- A mischievous and bold she-cat. Splinterpaw doesn’t really care for the rules, she tends to do what she wants, she is extremely fond of tricks and it isn’t uncommon for her to explore beyond clan borders, a very nervous Stickpaw often in tow, determined not to let her sister go alone. Splinterpaw doesn’t seem to fear anything, she is always the first to try and investigate a dangerous situation, and any time she is told off she tends to roll her eyes and walk away, punishments and dissaproval seem to do nothing to her. But she is extremely protective of Stickpaw, and one thing she is scared about is losing her, so she will hesitate in doing something if Stickpaw is deeply opposed to it, 15/10

Stickpaw - A careful and introverted she-cat. Stickpaw is much more cautious and rule-abiding than her sister, but she will follow her sister into trouble to make sure she doesn’t get hurt. Stickpaw always errs on the side of caution, she will never commit to something unless she is sure that it is at least somewhat safe. Stickpaw generally lets her sister do the talking, she prefers to keep quiet and listen rather than speak, besides, Splinterpaw will readily do any talking anyway, she’s great at talking herself out of something, 15/10

Skypaw - A cheerful and creative tom. Skypaw never finds anything dull, he is always happy to do whatever he is asked to, he enjoys being an apprentice and is looking forward to becoming a warrior. Skypaw likes to wonder is out ways that might make catching rabbits easier, and he will often ask his fellow apprentices to pretend to be rabbits to try and test his ideas out, more often than not they don’t work, but he finds fun in trying anyway, and his denmates always have a good time pretending to be rabbits for him, 14/10

Chickadeepaw- A curious and extroverted she-cat. Chickadeepaw is fond of investigating and exploring every nook and cranny of her territory, often encouraging other apprentices to join her, she loves WindClan but she finds her territory so boring, so she tries her best to find anything that might make it more interesting. Chickadeepaw loves company, and becomes uncharacteristically insecure when she has to do something on her own, having cats around her gives her confidence and so she will always try and stick to other cats when she can and often begs her mentor to do training with another mentor and apprentice, 14/10

Tanglepaw - A cheerful and intelligent cat. Tanglepaw is a little clumsy, it isn’t uncommon for a fish to comically slip from their paws when they try to catch it, leaving them embarrassed, and don’t get them started on their lack of tree climbing ability, even for a RiverClan cat, but none of this appears to phase them too much, they will always laugh about it after and take it as a lesson, and they have been improving. Tanglepaw tends to thrive in the memory and problem solving parts of being an apprentice, they know the warrior code and all clan procedures off by heart, they can often be seen mouthing some of the words in ceremonies since they know them so well and are captivated by them, they can’t wait for the day that they receive their full name, 14/10

1) he was overall good but had moments of deep anger (probably brought on by someone else) and these moments stuck most with Stickpaw, making him remember them better than the others. Alder was also probably in a vile mood when they reunited.

stickpaw was banging his head on the dirt by now screaming "I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU!" over and over.

he raised his head from the ground "your a monster and i freak and i i-" alderstar hissed despite himself "do you want to die kit !" he groweled unsheathing his claws and lashing his long tail.

stickpaw was crumpled on the ground barely holding himself up with his dull short claws. he panted then looked up again "r-remember when you got angry at my once. s-said if we where alive at the same time id be dead already." he snorted "l-like tanglepaw or some cat."

alderstar was uncomfortable but not nearly as disheveled as his apprentice.

"well we are here now. And your angry so do it already"

"kill me KILL ME ALDERSTAR I KNOW YOU WANT TO!"

He launched himself at the golden tom and clawed him in the face.

alderstar threw him backward with a blow to his right eyelid.

he hit a tree hard and started bleeding from his small nose.

alderstar was scared.

And he backed into the camp of the dark forest.

Shaking slightly even though he knew it was irrational.

*one rant about how dissapointing it is that stickpaw didnt kill anyone and how dumb his attempts at harm are later*

"and you dont need to be hated to end up here i mean i was super popular and i came here because of all the cats i killed and-"

stickpaw was clawing at the ground "SHUT UP!" he screeched "i get it you are so cool and you killed like a billion cats but i cant get away with fighting enemy warriors because im STUPID! I GET IT" he growled. "I thought you would be nicer. cause you spent so long here with cats who love you and you have like three kits and everything is just fucking perfect in your life." he gazed up at the large cream tom.

his eyes were blue with almost black reddish pupils he had tufts of fur on his cheeks and tail. he was the cat every tom wanted to be.

to put it lightly stickpaw wasnt that. he had short fur with pathetic little tufts on his cheeks he was short and kinda pudgy his eyes are large and rectangular and his body was covered in thick short scars.

he was an apprentice and a small one at that. he didnt deserve to be in the dark forest.

heres a funky drawing i made of stickpaw