Dark Forest Resident: Daisysong
Aliases / Nicknames: Idiot, Dear
Gender: she-cat
Sexuality: pansexual
Family: unnamed mother, unnamed father, unnamed ‘fling,’ Honeykit, Flykit, Stripedkit, Softkit (kits)
Other Relations: unnamed mentor
Clan: Thunderclan
Rank: queen, warrior
Characteristics: kills kits to protect them from her influence, kills kits to prevent a bad future for them, anxiety, misophonia
Number of Victims: 4
Number of Murders: 4
Murder Method: suffocation
Known Victims: Honeykit, Flykit, Stripedkit, Softkit
Victim Profile: her kits
Cause of Death: killed in battle
Cautionary Tale: ??
Story:
She was an ordinary warrior aside from the tendency for anxiety.Â
She wasn’t prepared for motherhood. It was an accidental pregnancy, and the second she found out up until their birth, she was drowning in fear. She was still so young, and what if she was a bad mom?Â
The tom she had been with dipped out, and there would be no other queens in the nursery besides her, so she would be completely and utterly alone.
She tried to care for them, she really did! But they wailed so much and so loud, and it was difficult to comfort them when all her mind wanted to do was drown all the noise out and settle her racing heart.
She had nightmares every single night, and all of them detailed her horridness as a mother. It all came to a head only half a moon after they were born. She was exhausted and fell asleep in the morning after constant crying for food and attention and every single possible thing kept her up.
It was a dream of her kits all grown up. Grown up, and terrible. They mocked their Clanmates, stole food, and disrespected the code in the worst possible ways, including murder.
It was because of her. She knew it. If she kept up the way she was, her kits were doomed to ruin their Clan. She had to get better, she had to.
But she had tried so very hard. She really did! But she was as exhausted as ever, and no one was able to help her. Her mother only visited twice, and once was to blame her for getting herself into this mess.
She wanted to give them good lives, but that was impossible. But if she didn’t, they were doomed to the Dark Forest. What else could she do but ensure that they do neither? That they live somewhere nice, somewhere perfect? Somewhere where she couldn’t fail them.
It was tough holding moss over their tiny little bodies. She had to take many breaks to cry, and it didn’t help when the kits wailed, frightened.
She couldn’t believe herself. That’s why she didn’t think she was worth defending when it came to battle.
Additional Information:
--’Idiot’ nickname is by her mother
--They were too young to understand what she was doing, but they could sense that something was wrong, which is why they were wailing and frightened.
--Whether the nightmare was an actual vision of the future or just her worries manifesting is up to debate.
