#wc oreo

Oreo, my beloved

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Aliases / Nicknames: Warrior-killer, Kittypet

Gender: she-cat

Sexuality: bisexual, panromantic

Family: unnamed mother, unnamed father, Puma (son), several unnamed kits

Other Relations: N/A

Clan: none

Rank: kittypet

Characteristics: hates cold weather, loves snuggling and belly rubs from those she likes, hates others making on judgements about her based on the fact that she is a kittypet

Murder Motive: vengeance

Number of Victims: 9

Number of Murders: 7

Murder Method: shaking necks until they snap, surprise attack

Known Victims: Jackdawfoot, Frostfeather, Heatherblaze, Thistlethorn, Snailpeak, Antsnout, Lakeclaw, Dovehaze, Cherrystrike

Victim Profile: Thunderclan warriors, her daughter’s killer, her daughter’s killer’s Clanmates

Cause of Death: neck snapped

Cautionary Tale: ??

Story:

She hadn’t expected that losing her kits would hurt so much. She knew that her housefolk would give them to good homes before they were even born, she prepared herself for it, and didn’t even name them. 

Still, her heart ached a little more with every kit that left. But the last one stayed, to her delight and surprise, for so long that Oreo finally felt safe enough to name him. Puma. She had heard it before and liked the ring of it.

She and Puma were always close. She groomed her son’s fur, taught her the best ways to beg their housefolk for food or capture the birds that landed in their garden. 

They had fights as well, of course, all parents and kits do. But it was never anything so serious. There was only once when things were tense between them for a quarter-moon, during which Puma was taken to the cutter. When he returned and Oreo learned of what had occurred, all anger was thrown out and she spent the next several moons caring for Puma’s every step.

Puma began to indulge too much, eating most of the food and hardly leaving the home. With much work and much tough love, Oreo was able to push her son to explore the grass again.

She went with him the first few times, but the final time, Puma was on his own. The younger housefolk shrieked, and Oreo ran faster than she ever had in her life, but it was too late. Puma was dead, his throat marked with an ugly red line.

Oreo’s life existed in a haze. Her neighbors tried to talk to her, but she wasn’t interested. Every step she took, every bit of food she had, it was only a reminder of things stolen from her son. Everywhere she looked was a memory now gone. And she was supposed to keep living like this? She was supposed to lay on the sofa where her son climbed for the first time? Just walk past the room where he said his first word? To not lose her sanity as her Puma’s scent faded away a little more every day, knowing that it would soon be entirely gone?

Then the neighboring cat spoke to her again, and this time her attention was raised. She was told that Puma wasn’t a lone case, others were dying in the same manner. Some claimed it to be a demon, some a lion, and others more both.

Meetings were held between housecats that weren’t too afraid to leave their homes. Kits were warned to never leave their gardens, or the flowers in them would no longer hide their scent, and the ‘demon’ would track them down.

Oreo wasn’t so convinced of these stories. Wild cats lived in the forest right next to their homes. Of course it was them! She lead the plan to enact vengeance and kill their kin’s murderer.

It was successful, but Oreo still felt hollow. Perhaps wandering the woods, the only place near her home that she had yet to explore, would clear her head. There, she was attacked by another of those warriors. But they underestimated Oreo, and her anger gave an extra strength to her claws as she swung at them.

She didn’t kill him then, only banged him up. The same thing went for the next Clan cat, who she intentionally looked for. But it wasn’t enough to quench her thirst. Puma was still dead. Puma had still suffered. How many more should die by a warrior’s claws because they lived differently? That manged tom was dead, but another could take his place.

So she would jump them. She would grab them by the scruff so that they couldn’t move, and shook them until she heard a snap. It was easy, that is until a patrol jumped her. They grabbed her head and twisted it far, far, and all went black.

Additional Information:

--Thanks to @starfalcon555​ for the name suggestion!

--In death, her head is snapped so far that it faces the side.

--Second picture was by @saffronscales​

--One of her victims is Jackdaw’s sister!

yessssssss

And Oreo was conflicted over her feelings of Clover so only wanted to be with TB

TB wasn't having that and told her to either respect them both or leave, so Oreo finally admitted her feelings. Clover understood the conflict she was going through and, well, being a murderer wasn't helpful.

They trust each other now!