#dark forest leader

[residences-of-the-darkforest]

Dark Forest Resident: Puddlethistle

Aliases / Nicknames: Puddlestar

Gender: tom

Sexuality: omnisexual

Family: Rookarch (mother), Fliptail (father), Tallflake, Grousewhisker, Runnelpad (brothers), Gullstripe (mate), Floodquill, Bramblefern (daughters), Blueaster, Echostone (granddaughters), Conewhisker (grandson)

Other Relations: unnamed mentor, unnamed apprentice

Clan: ShadowClan

Rank: leader (name revoked in death)

Characteristics: put together (under normal circumstances), observant, daring

Murder Motive: feed his Clan

Number of Victims: 4

Number of Murders: 3

Murder Method: snapping neck

Known Victims: unnamed loners

Victim Profile: loners

Cause of Death: starvation

Cautionary Tale: ??

Story: 

What StarClan didn't understand is that it had to be done.

He didn't have a choice. Maybe that's what makes it so hard to accept his fate.

Puddlestar--no, he was Puddlethistle now, a name he deserved. He had lived a life in service. Protected his Clan, fought for them, hunted alongside them.

He was thrilled when Galestar chose him as her deputy. Did he make her proud?

Probably not.

He was a good leader, if a bit mean when it came to the other Clans. But he had to be strict, especially to enemy cats. He had to keep his Clanmates safe.

That's all he ever wanted, all he ever strived for.

Didn't anyone understand?

He had never planned for it to get so far. Hadn't really planned it at all. But the Clan was starving, all Clans were.

Cats' eyes were sunken into their skulls, their skin wrapped so tightly around their thin bodies that Puddlestar could count every one of their ribs poking out of their sides. Carrion and rotting prey--food that would previously be thrown far from camp without a second thought--were seen as a delicacy. One queen had announced her pregnancy just before the famine began. By the end, all the kittens were stillborn. There just wasn't enough to eat.

They needed food.

Puddlestar hunted relentlessly, desperate to find any. He moved across the border and into unknown territory, where he came across a body. He tried to find something else, something more prey-like, but it was the only meat around, and when the last meal you saw was a measly shrew given to an elder a few days ago...

He thought of his family, his poor kits and their poor kits, and how starved they all were...

He didn't tell anyone where he got the meat. No one asked, they were simply grateful to have it. Puddlestar was horrified with himself, but he was also pleased that he had finally been able to do something for his Clanmates.

But that relief couldn't last, because neither could the food.

There were no more bodies. There were only living cats.

Did Puddlestar really have a choice?

By the fourth cat, Puddlestar's deputy, Palesting, confronted him. He demanded that Puddlestar stop what he was doing, that it was wrong, that StarClan would save them if they just had faith. Puddlestar told him that there was no choice in it, this was what needed to be done.

The next day, before the sun had fully risen, RiverClan burst into the camp, their leader, Laurelstar, leading the attack. Palesting had apparently snuck out to report his leader's deeds to the nearest healthiest Clan, and Laurelstar--who's parentage was of loner blood--took the crimes personally.

All cats were weak. The fight wasn't so much vicious as it was pathetic, but it was still dangerous. They couldn't afford wounds at a time like this. When Puddlestar and Laurelstar fought, Puddlestar challenged Laurelstar's reason for the cowardly attack, and Laurelstar gave them--stating Puddlestar's crimes in front of the whole Clan.

Puddlestar's Clanmates were shocked, and outraged that anyone could accuse him of such a thing. Looking at their desperate, horrified faces, he knew that he couldn't lie to them anymore. They had to know.

Puddlestar hung his head and confessed that it was true.

To say that the Clan was outraged would be an understatement. If they didn't attack him because he was their leader and Clanmate or because they were too exhausted, he couldn't say.

Palesting ripped Puddlestar's--Puddlethistle's name from him, and took his place.

Puddlethistle was confined to the apprentice's den--empty--as a prisoner for his crimes. As such, he was the last to eat. Some cats in the Clan tried to give him what little would they found--his daughters and grandkits in particular, but Puddlethistle refused it all.

He didn't need food.

He didn't want to ever eat again.

Additional Information: 

--Liked 'Puddle' and 'Thistle' the best so decided to just combine them!

--His four victims includes the one corpse.

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Dark Forest Resident: Rabbitstar

Aliases / Nicknames: N/A

Gender: nonbinary (he/they)

Sexuality: unspecified

Family: unnamed mother, unnamed father

Other Relations: unnamed mentor, Thrushpaw (Dark Forest trainee)

Clan: ThunderClan

Rank: leader

Characteristics: quiet, ominous, but can be very well spoken when need be

Murder Motive: the mere desire

Number of Victims: 4

Number of Murders: 4 (2 directly, 2 indirectly)

Murder Method: snapping necks, leading into 'traps'

Known Victims: Shinekit, Caimankit, Chipmunkpaw, Mousepaw

Victim Profile: young kits and apprentices

Cause of Death: tortured to death by Caimankit's spirit

Cautionary Tale: N/A

Story: 

Rabbitstar is a ancient leader of ThunderClan, so long ago, in fact, that the time of his era is erased from most memories, save for one elder.

During their time alive, they were known as a ruthless leader. Though very distant, everyone started to silently dislike him after they chose Thistlefang as a deputy.

They were known to get into any battles if given the chance, no thought needed, no matter if they were sending their own warriors into certain death.

In spite of being leader, no one knew much about them at all, if they ever spoke.

Their first victim, Caimankit, was around 3-4 moons at death. While he was sleeping peacefully and his mother was away, Rabbitstar slunk into the nursery and silently snapped his neck, blaming the 'shocking news' on something trivial.

Chipmunkpaw and Mousepaw were next, a duo of two rambunctious apprentices. The two were excited to have the leader bring them along on a special patrol, and were even more excited when they heard that they were walking toward a very special surprise--not knowing, of course, that that surprise would be venom sprayed in their eyes and snake bites to their flesh.

The last kit, Shinekit, wasnt without a witness. Her sister, Sorrelkit saw them snap Shinekits neck, as such the very next day Rabbitstar received a passive-aggressive warning from Shinekit's ''gardian angel'' --Canaryfeather, and the next thing they knew, Rabbitstar was in a state of sleep-like paralysis.

Caimankit, tired of seeing him getting away with all of this, decided to take his spirit and torture him, as in just not letting him do anything as he slowly takes all of their lives. Rabbitstar could only move his eyes and flail his legs. He couldn't move, could only watch as Caimankit strangled him, gave him claw-wounds (as deep as a kit could get them, a tleast), and let him drift uneasilyin and out of consciousness.

The medicine cat at the time, Brightspark, had to ask the medicine cats from the other Clans for help, but it was to no avail. Nothing would have worked, but to be save, little Caimenkit wandered around nearby to distract them from saving their patient.

in the end, Brightspark called in Nightlake, the medicine cat of ShadowClan, known to have had the strongest connection to StarClan out of all of them.

Nightlake decided he wanted to get Rabbitstar to the Moonpool to see if they could make him return all of his lives (as none of them knew how many lives he had left), and Brightspark decided to help him out with dragging his body.

As they were about to dunk rabbitstar in the freezing water, something unexpected happened.

Rabbitstar's stomach suddenly burst open, blood spilling and organs practically crawling out across the rocks. Horrified and utterly alarmed, Nightlake and Brightspark could only stare at the scene for several long heartbeats before finally deciding that this was as bad an omen as they could recieve, and left him there. 

Additional Information:

--submission by @penny-fitzgeraldz Welcome!!!

--A part of a crossover au (kinda William Afton? its a very specific version).

-- They really didn't care about choosing a deputy, they only chose Thistlefang as a deputy because they were the first cat they saw in sight.

--Sorrelkit becomes the elder mentioned in the beginning!

[velo-cats]

Bramblestar

[bramblefake]

darktail redux

[clanslist]

[mothpawbs]

Eh? CROOKEDSTAR?

crookedstar! and a little bonus mapleshade! i used the design from my high school capstone as a base and just reworked it a bit. i like where it ended up!

[splashtqil]

[endlesscats]

"StarClan will do nothing to stop me, old cat. I have made their Clan glorious! Let them try!" — Brokenstar

[eggfeather]

curlfeather

[hinterland-clans]

obligatory #69

i used to think that you could've been an angel but you left all your demons on my front step now it's creeping up on me like you never left like you never left

#69 is mj by now, now! i don't really have any ocs that fit the whole song, but these lines were perfect for quietstar and sweetrose. thanks for the request!

[cheetahf]

Project sekai fan unit :3

[residences-of-the-darkforest]

Dark Forest Resident: Woodstar

Aliases / Nicknames: Woodcry, Mama

Gender: female

Sexuality: heterosexual

Family: Gentletooth (mother), Ganderleg (father), Redtoe, Jasminekit, Dewkit (daughters), unnamed former mate

Other Relations: Otterpebble (mentor) Stormdoe, Cloverpaw, Eggtail (former apprentices)

Clan: SkyClan

Rank: leader

Characteristics: bored easily, eats anything, very cunning

Number of Victims: 2

Number of Murders: 2

Murder Method: eating alive

Known Victims: Jasminekit, Dewkit

Victim Profile: her kits

Cause of Death: poisoned via water hemlock, suffocation, executed by Redtoe

Cautionary Tale: ??

Story:

“Y’know, kits taste just like mouse.”

Redtoe fought the urge to gag, staring at the former leader as she fought off the effects of the hemlock.

“Just die.”

Woodstar’s whiskers twitched.

“They didn’t struggle or anything.”

“Just die.”

Woodstar laughed.

“I would’ve eaten you first. But-” she tried to speak, but Redtoe held her face in the moss.

“Please… just die already.”

Additional Information:

--Submission by @ambitiousauthor

--Dude...

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Dark Forest Resident: Whitestar

Aliases / Nicknames: Prey-Thief

Gender: tom

Sexuality: homosexual

Family: Lilyfrost (mother), Rowansong (father), Finchwing (brother), Silverslip (adoptive daughter), Whistlemask (adoptive son)

Other Relations: Voletoe (mentor), Creekeye (apprentice)

Clan: Skyclan

Rank: leader

Characteristics: puts his loves ones above everyone else, easily bored, has floppy ears, deaf in one ear

Murder Motive: keep his loved ones alive

Number of Victims: 23

Number of Murders: 3

Murder Method: withholding food

Known Victims: Cinderskip, Squirrelfang, Drizzlehawk

Victim Profile: his Clanmates

Cause of Death: frostbite, hypothermia

Cautionary Tale: ??

Story:

He was a good leader. He was!

But his final Leaf-bare had been especially cruel. The season stretched longer than most, prey was harder to find than ever and what little they could find was given to the queens, kits, and elders. 

The problem was that Whitestar’s family was none of those.

Cats were already beginning to die. They were hungry and weak and vulnerable to illness.

Whitestar mourned for their losses deeply, and he feared greatly for more losses he would surely face. What worried him most was the probability of losing even one cat that he loves. He wouldn’t be able to bare it. 

He had to find a way to keep them alive. 

He had to make sure that they were the ones to get food.

It was truly difficult a task, especially since he had to hide the fact from his family themselves--they would surely deny any more food than their Clanmates were given. How loyal they were, how deserving of life.

He got them sick. It wasn’t enough to make them truly vulnerable, but food would be given to the sick, and it was.

Of course it mattered to him that three of his Clanmates died of starvation and weakened immune systems, it just mattered to him more that those who died were not those he really loved.

But there was another problem, which was finding food at all. He would send out more patrols, and when they came back with nothing, he would go out himself. He would search, and search, and he would keep searching even if he found one fresh-kill because one wasn’t enough.

The thing about withholding food is that he also held it from himself.

Was a blizzard blowing in?

Additional Information:

--The 23 victims are all of his Clanmates

--Yes I did make a Whitestar after my previous leader was a Blackstar.

--His ears are fully-shaped, just floppy, and these were the closest ears that matched.

--His loved ones include his kin and his mentor and apprentice.

--He took his kits in after their mother died (they didn’t have a known father).

[silent-thaw]

Tigerheart or Brokenstar or Both * does a little spin *

he’s like if a bulldog was mixed with a cat

[nettleleavez]

Draw Tigerclawstar and my soul is 🫵yours🫵

This one is a Redraw/Redesign of my Tigerclaw from 2022

[clanslist]