#eelfoot

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Medicine Cats in a Dark Reign

(Not to scale of one another).

RIVER:

--Eelfoot is an elderly tom, who has a tendency towards crankiness. He retired before the start of Rainstar's Burden (likely around the time Dawnflower earned her full name).

--Rainwater is his apprentice, and Dawnflower is hers! Both of them are she-cats.

WIND:

--Coldwater is much crankier. But like all--or most--medicine cats, she has a good heart. The scars seen on her were received when she pulled a Clanmate from a fire, long after she had retired.

--Her apprentice, Houndpaw/hare, was the one to have the prophecy about Rainstar becoming leader--likely the first prophecy he had had.

SKY:

--Pumpkintail is a mollie who had died before Rainstar's Burden. Creekpaw/pond is quiet, though not shy, and Pumpkintail is very friendly, so she made most conversation between them during meetings.

--Nightpaw/bloom is much the same as his mentor, preferring silence. He is non-verbal most of the time, pretty much only speaking when he needs to.

THUNDER:

--In spite of what you would think by his name, Deadheart is very friendly. He is talkative, too, which tends to annoy Eelfoot and Coldwater.

--When Beechpaw/finch became a medicine cat apprentice, they were very worried that they wouldn't be good enough--feelings worsened by her parents believing that she should have become a warrior apprentice like her littermates. Deadheart comforted her and, when she was ten moons and her parents' feelings continued, told Beechpaw that he would gladly be the father she needs.

She first began officially calling him 'dad' the night he gave her her full name.

SHADOW:

--You know

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[emotional-damage-book-series]

Figured out some parentage in GDN!

Eelfoot and Hushwater of Riverclan are brothers

Eelfoot is a black tom, Hushwater is lilac point

Based on a genetics calculator, their father would be a black tom carrying point and dilute, while their mother would be lilac point!

This makes their most likely parents Pineflight and Thinleg!

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[residents-of-the-darkforest]

you forgot to mention the most important thing about Eelfoot

he's Pigeonfang's father

xdd

I FORGOT

OH DAMN

OH DAMN

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Dark Forest Resident: Pigeonfang 

Aliases / Nicknames: Pidge, Darling, Daddy, Papa 

Gender: tom 

Sexuality: polysexual, pan-demiromantic 

Family: Mousestar (mother), Eelfoot (father), Katniss (mate), Swankit, Magpiekit (daughters), Grousemane, Egretkit, Starlingkit, Buzzardkit (sons) 

Other Relations: Frogstreak (mentor) 

Clan: RiverClan (formerly)

Rank: warrior, loner 

Characteristics: lovable, loyal, goofy, caring, a devoted family man 

Number of Victims: 5 (accidently)

Number of Murders: 5 (accidently)

Murder Method: crushing, suffocation 

Known Victims: Egretkit, Swankit, Magpiekit, Starlingkit, Buzzardkit 

Victim Profile: his kits 

Cause of Death: starvation

Cautionary Tale: N/A

Story: 

Anyone who knew Pigeonfang would tell you that he was a lover, not a fighter.

Even as a kit and an apprentice, he was more preoccupied with finding "the one" than becoming the best warrior ever. Other cats whispered that it was the result of his parents' influence--as the only kit of the leader and medicine cat of Riverclan, they were bound to place bad ideas in his head. But Pigeonfang didn't care--that's just how he was.

It wasn't a surprise to anyone when Pigeonfang fell in love with a loner named Katniss, who had taken refuge in Riverclan to heal after losing her tail to a monster, and left the Clan to live as a loner with her. 

He missed his parents, but he was much happier as a loner, wandering freely with the love of his life at his side. Not much time had passed before Katniss became pregnant, and soon she had given birth to six wonderful kits, who Pigeonfang adored with every fiber of his being. 

He gave them Clan names. Grousekit, Magpiekit, Buzzardkit, Starlingkit, Egretkit, and Swankit, so they would always have a piece of their Clan heritage with them.

The next few moons of Pigeonfang's life were the happiest he had ever been. But then Leaf-bare came around, and the blizzard hit. Snow blanketed the ground as far as the eye could see, and the chill seeped into the stone of their cave home. But he had to at least try and hunt. Otherwise his precious kits would starve!

The hunt was long and arduous, but Pigeonfang was eventually able to catch a squirrel, which would at least be enough to feed the kits. By the time he had gotten back to the den, night had long since fallen, his bones were aching, and he was just so tired. 

He set the squirrel down and immediately flopped down to sleep. 

He could have sworn he heard a crunching noise, but he was so tired, he decided not to deal with it until the morning. That was exactly what happened when, come sunrise. a shriek of horror echoed in his ears, and he looked up to see Katniss staring at him in horror and Grousekit hiding behind his mother's legs, staring in confusion.

Pigeonfang mumbled sleepily, asking Katniss what the big deal was. But as his body shifted, he heard a strange noise. Like crunching leaves, but not quite. He stood up and looked down, and his world immediately shattered. 

The bodies of the rest of his kits were lying in a crumpled pile, fur matted with blood. Immediately the dots connected. Pigeonfang tried to tell Katniss that it was an accident, but she wouldn't believe him, and honestly, Pigeonfang knew in his heart that she was right. 

With one last hiss to stay away from Grousekit, she grabbed Pigeonfang's last precious kit by the scruff of his neck and whirled away into the snow. Pigeonfang chased after them, crying out for Katniss to stop, but he lost sight of them almost immediately.

That didn't stop him from trying to find Grousekit again, though. He kept on searching, and searching, and searching, but he never could. The older he got, the more determined he became, neglected to groom himself or even eat. He became skinnier and skinnier, but still he persisted.

Finally, many moons later, the scent he had been searching for for so long finally reached him. But it was intermingled with other scents too. Pigeonfang tried to leap at the rogues, but his muscles, weak from a lack of nutrients, buckled beneath him. 

All he could do was stare in horror as he watched the rogues leap at his last surviving kit's throat, and the death would be all his fault again... 

But then two more cats leaped out, Shadowcan cats, one reddish-brown and one golden, and they drove back the rogues without effort.

Pigeonfang watched as Grouse talked to the ShadowClan cats--Myrtlewing and Aldereyes--and listened to Grouse agree to join Shadowclan. As he watched the trio walk away, he let his body go limp and smiled. His son would be with the Clans now, safe and sound. As long as his son was safe, he could die happily. 

And die happily he did.

Additional Information:

--Submission by @starfalcon555​

--Yes, Grousemane's siblings all having bird prefixes was intentional! The whole family has a bird theme, with Katniss being named after Katniss Everdeen, who has her own bird symbolism :3.

--Grousemane wasn't with his siblings that fateful night because he had a nightmare and went to his mom for comfort. Had he not had that nightmare or woken up a few minutes later, he would be dead.

--The kits were probably all around two moons old when they died and Katniss and Grouse left Pigeonfang, so Grousemane probably forgot about Pigeonfang over time.

--Had the rest of the kits survived, [Star] thinks they all would have become Clan cats, with Buzzardkit and Starlingkit joining Grousemane in ShadowClan, Magpiekit going to either ThunderClan or SkyClan, and Egretkit and Swankit reuniting their grandparents in RiverClan. Their warrior names would have been Buzzardblaze, Starlingstrike, Magpieshade, Egretfeather, and Swanstream :3

--This makes the upcoming scene of Grouse meeting them in Myrtle and Alder more interesting..

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Riverclan

Leader: Hushstar: small, elderly lilac point tom with blue eyes. Hard of hearing

Deputy: Streamripple: young, light grey tabby mollie with amber eyes

Medicine cat: Rainwater: gray mollie with green eyes

Dawnflower: golden tabby mollie with green eyes

Warriors:

Frogstreak: black tom with white spot on nose

Pineflight: Lilac point mollie with blue eyes

Bramblefish: dark brown tabby tom

Brookspeck seal point mollie with blue eyes

Thinleg: tall black tom with amber eyes

Pouncebelly: dark brown and black tabby tom with yellow eyes

Troutfeather: fawn tabby and white tom with green eyes

Frogcry: silver black tabby tom with green eyes

Olivetail: tortoiseshell and white mollie with green eyes. Formerly Thunderclan

Queens:

Heronstream: silver black tabby queen with yellow eyes (mother of Pikekit and Perchkit, foster mother of Fernkit,

Apprentices:

Pitchpaw: silver black tabby cat with hazel eyes

Minnowpaw: calico mollie with yellow eyes

Breampaw: tortoiseshell and white mollie with amber eyes

Kits:

Perchkit: silver black tabby tom

Pikekit: black smoke tom with black-silver tabby tail and front leg (chimera)

Fernkit: speckled grey tom with green eyes

Daffodilkit: black tom with green eyes

Birchkit: speckled gray mollie with green eyes

Elders

Twistedshine: silver-black mollie with long fur. Blind and going deaf

Horsecreek: chocolate point tom with blue eyes

Eelfoot: small black tom with green eyes

Egretbone: scrawny white tom with green eyes (formerly deputy of Skyclan)

Notes: Riverclan’s portion of the alliance chart!

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HOW are you making these so fast??

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

@ambitiousauthor so are Mousestar and Eelfoot mates or siblings? If it's the former, did they have any other kits?

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[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Moonstone Vision (short story)

“At last,” Eelfoot snorted from where she had settled atop a flat rock. Myrtlewing looked up from beside her. Deadheart stepped away from the black tunnel of Mothermouth, which he had been sniffing at, clearly itching to walk in.

Pumpkintail was hurrying toward them, panting for breath. “I have good reason,” she puffed, “Cedarkit swallowed prey before he was ready and started to choke.”

“Oh dear!” Deadheart’s eyes rounded. “Is he okay?”

Pumpkintail nodded. “Just shook up. I trust he’ll be fine while I’m gone, practically every queen had their eyes on him like a hawk. Creekpaw’s with them.”

“A bit young,” Eelfoot began to say. “Do–”

“Niceties can wait, Starclan won’t.” Coldwater interrupted, padding up. Myrtlewing could see the dent in the long grass from where she had been impatiently pacing to and fro. 

Myrtlewing chuckled light amusement as he held back, letting the others walk before him. They nodded politely as he did. They padded down the twisted tunnel, and he relished in the bone-chilling air, the scrape of walls on his whiskers, and the pure lack of vision. He wondered if he was more visible to Starclan here, or if briefly, when he was heading down the black slope, he was gone, their hearts stopped, and they prayed he didn’t hurt anyone unfortunate enough to be in the darkness with him.

In front of him, Eelfoot reached her tail back to touch his muzzle lightly, assuring he wouldn’t get lost. Myrtlewing didn’t bother with hurting her. Too little space, too many cats against him. But that didn’t stop the pleasant thoughts of it.

They entered the cavern just in time for the light of the moon to hit the Moonstone, and it illuminated the space in such a way that amazed almost everyone present, turning the previously black and empty cavern into a glorious, sparkling, welcoming den. At the centre, sat the glittering, white rock. Even those that had been experiencing this once a moon for half their life had the same awed reaction. Myrtlewing didn’t get the big deal. A moon shining on a rock to make it bright. Woo-hoo!

Although, the idea of it being Starclan, casting him in brilliant light, attempting desperately to show everyone who he really was and failing equally desperately as they only gasped at the rock was nothing short of amusing. Even better was what he was about to see. 

Crouching low, he touched his snout to the stone. Immediately, his paws slipped  beneath a floor that was no longer present. Wind pulled at his fur like angry jaws as he cascaded in a direction he couldn’t quite tell, as though he were stuck between realities, one where he was falling, and one where he was being torn apart by dogs pulling him in all sorts of directions, and he couldn’t tell which one he was leaning more into.  The whistling was closer to that of mournful cries. Was this Starclan’s idea of scaring him? Was this how they would put a stop to his crimes? The ‘jaws’ didn’t even have sinking teeth, all it was was the feeling of tearing his fur–and that wasn’t entirely unpleasant.

But the lower he went, the louder the screeching became. Mournful cries and yowls of pain, all so welcoming until at one point they became too loud. Myrtlewing flattened his ears, hissing against the noise. But it only amplified, increasing and increasing and increasing until Myrtlewing was sure that the entirety of Starclan themselves were shouting directly in his head. Then his body slammed against the ground, and he woke up beside the Moonstone.

Myrtlewing stood up and stretched as around him, the others were waking up as well. Now that the intensity of it was over, he grinned to himself. What a rush that was! He wondered if they would try the same thing again next time, or maybe they’ll have given up by then. He hoped not. Having to walk all the way here only to pretend to see visions would be boring.

“You’ll never guess what Adderecho told me!” Deadheart exclaimed excitedly. 

“If it’s not important, I don’t want to hear it,” Coldwater grumbled, already heading back to the tunnel. Deadheart’s tail fell. 

Myrtlewing nudged his shoulder. “Tell me, but do it silently,” he nodded upward towards Coldwater. Deadheart brightened, and he chattered away happily about how Adderecho  was sure Deadheart would make an excellent medicine cat since before he was born, because when he was alive, he received what he was now sure was a vision. It was of a rotten heart pumping out blood that fed the Clan.

Myrtlewing pretended to care–though that last detail did make him want to lick his lips. Deadheart, however, stuck out his tongue and made a comment about how he wished it had been something less graphic, but what is to be expected with the name Deadheart?

“I like your name,” Myrtlewing told him genuinely. 

Deadheart’s ears pricked in surprise. “Oh, really? It’s not too...bleak?”

“Nah, it’s neat.” Myrtlewing then moved away before the conversation could go on for too long, but he did wave his tail in acknowledgement when Deadheart called a ‘thank you’ after him. He padded over to join Coldwater, who was resting before the walk home. “Would you do me a favour?” he asked her, keeping his tone friendly.

“What is it?” Coldwater asked, not looking up from where she was grooming her chest-fur. 

“A warrior of yours helped me gather some herbs before. I missed the opportunity to thank him, and I feel bad about it.”

“Who?” Coldwater kept grooming.

“Nightfly.”

“I’ll pass along the message,” Coldwater told him, finishing. “One ‘thank-you.”

“Could you add more?”

Coldwater’s eyes flickered, as though she were trying hard not to roll them. “What?”

“Tell him not to worry about what happened at the gathering. What he said–I agree.”

“Agree to what?”

Myrtlewing shrugged. “Just something he was embarrassed by. I want to make him feel better, after he helped me and was so nice then and at the gathering.”

It wasn’t entirely a lie. Nightfly did help him. He was momentarily nice for the few seconds he saw him at the gathering. And oh, did he want to repay him.

Coldwater stood up. “How about you tell him yourself? I was going to pick up some herbs on the way home anyway, the more jaws the better. You help me, and I’ll let you talk to him personally and not by a messenger.”

Myrtlewing had to force his smile not to spread from the edge of one ear to the other. That was even better! He looked up at the stars victoriously. They tried with nightmares to scare him away, powerless to really stop him while the days of an innocent warrior verged closer to the tips of his claws, and he was ready to feel the splash of blood on them.

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--Myrtlewing wanted to subtly pass the message of “I feel the same way” without Coldwater catching on, which is why he says ‘I agree.’

--Adder is a med cat from several generations ago.

--Can you tell I was tired?

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Hollymist family

Ratthorn (mother), Stonefrost (father), Treespall (adoptive father), 

Heatherfrond (brother), 

Kestralstorm, Goldendusk, Specklekit, Greykit (maternal aunts), 

Brindlepool, Driftstep, Haytooth (maternal half-aunts), 

Honeyflower (paternal aunt), 

Magpieshine, Mudpaw, Drizzlestare, Aspenlight, Buzzardblaze, Starlingstike (adoptive aunts), 

Rooklight, Ravencall, Thornkit (maternal uncles), 

Blazestrike, Hawkflight (paternal uncles), 

Perchclaw, Stonefern, Shrikepaw, Dusksong, Waspbeak, Blackpaw (adoptive uncles), 

Crowpine (pibling),

Ferndoe (maternal grandmother), 

Hootpetal (adoptive grandmother), 

Shiverrose (surrogate grandmother), 

Jackdawfoot (maternal grandfather), 

Rookstorm (paternal grandfather), 

Alderstar, Myrtlewing, Grousemane, Kiteburn, Aspenroot (adoptive grandfathers), 

Goldennose (maternal great-grandmother), 

Sandytail (paternal great-grandmother),

Honeyshade (paternal great-grandmother), 

Sweetwhisker (paternal great-grandfather)

Blacksong, Katniss, Sweettree (adoptive great-grandmothers)

Stormstar, Buck, Pigeonfang (adoptive great-grandfathers)

Grebeglade, Magpiekit, Swankit (adoptive great-grandaunts)

Aspenkit, Hollyclaw (adoptive grandaunts)

Duskkit, Stormfall (adoptive granduncles)

Greydusk, Egretkit, Starlingkit, Buzzardkit, Swanmist, Lightstream, Brokenwhistle (adoptive great-granduncles)

Mousestar (adoptive great-great grandmother),

Eelfoot (adoptive great-great grandfather)

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*breathes deeply* did I miss anyone?

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

also in the Moonstone story you got Eelfoot's gender wrong - he's a tom, not a molly

(he's also Pigeonfang's dad, and thus, Grousemane's grandpa! :3)

will fix later!

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Med cats during Myrtle and Alder:

Windclan: Coldwater

Thunderclan: Deadheart

Riverclan: Eelfoot

thank you!

[clans-by-the-valley]

Shadowfur, warrior of Valleyclan 

Brother to Snakescar, former mate to Syrupflower, father of Eelfoot

Shadowfur was always angry and bitter, always wanting to be the stronger warrior. His sister being appointed deputy was a tipping point for him, and he was just scathing to all, leading to the loss of his mate. He hardly knows his son, and reacted with disappointment to most everything he did, just because he refused to learn any kind of caring. 

He’s reckless and gets himself injured often, Birdfur tells him always that he’ll get himself killed. Not that he listens.