#plainclan

[jasperflickercats]

Their name is Wraithshade and they were born in the Clan with the most sun

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Dark Forest Resident: Possumpuddle

Aliases / Ncknames: The Nicest Cat Ever, Dark Forest Sympathizer, Aunty Possum, Mama, Darling, Savior, Helper, Guide of The Starless, Granny Anarchy

Gender: female

Sexuality: pansexual

Family: unnamed mother, unnamed father, Fawnbreeze (mate), Coyotecry (son), Mangleface (adopted daughter)

Other Relations: Mintecho (mentor), Badgershine, Jetfoot, Tanagersong (former apprentices)

Clan: Plainclan

Rank: elder

Characteristics: kind, rescued kits from the Dark Forest without permission from Starclan, took prey from Starclan to Dark forest cats, reunited family in Starclan with their Dark Forest kin

Number of Victims: N/A

Number of Murders: N/A

Murder Method: N/A

Method of Harm: acting against the border, allowing Starclan and Dark Forest cats to cross to the wrong sides

Known Victims: N/A

Victim Profile: N/A

Cause of Death: old age

Cautionary Tale: let those who walk without stars find their own path. Don’t try to help them.

Story:

Possumpuddle was-- quite possibly-- the nicest cat ever to draw breath. 

She lived by her own code of kindness, and that didn’t change when she arrived Starclan after an exceptionally long lifetime of almost two-hundred-thirty moons.

However, Starclan was not what she thought it would be. Kits were discouraged from asking questions about what their lives would’ve been like, and-- despite the plentiful prey-- Possumpuddle couldn’t sleep knowing that the cats suffering in the Dark Forest had none.

One day, while hunting near the border, Possumpuddle saw a painfully thin calico she-cat with a mutilated face standing just beyond the border, staring at her meal hungrily.

Possumpuddle had offered the she-cat her meal, and been stunned when the she-cat asked her why she was offering.

“Because you shouldn’t need to go hungry for your sins.” She had said. “Now eat up.”

Over the moons, Possumpuddle became the one to go to for smuggling kits over the Starclan border. Cherrykit, Stagkit, Rainkit, all of them now rested at the bellies of deserving mothers.

Until one day, she was brought to trial.

On the grounds of taking cats from hell, of siding with the Dark forest.

Possumpuddle stood her ground.

“If you’re so terrified of an old she-cat, then send me to the Dark forest.” She had said. “And if you won’t send me there, then I’ll send myself. I’m tired of your better-than-thou attitude towards cats we could help.”

They sent her without another word.

Additional Information

--Submission by @ambitiousauthor​

--Mangleface is the first DF cat she helped

--She has a den near the Starclan border

--She’s just a nice old lady

--Her description is: “an elderly she-cat with a stocky body, short legs, and long grey-going white fur. She has green-yellow eyes

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Dark Forest Resident: Wolfhaze

Aliases / Nicknames: Gravedigger

Gender: male

Sexuality: heterosexual

Family: Beartooth (mother), Elkleap (father), Bearstar (maternal grandfather), Teaspot (mate), Mistleg, Blackrain (daughters) Mousethistle (grandson), Lionclaw, (great granddaughter), Kiteshadow (great great grandson)

Other Relations: Sheepclaw (mentor)

Clan: Plainclan (formerly) Thunderclan (currently)

Rank: elder

Characteristics: killed cats considered ‘too soft,’ leads into traps / abushes, buried victims alive

Number of Victims: 10+

Number of Murders: 10+

Murder Method: burying alive

Known Victims: unnamed loners

Victim Profile: loners

Cause of Death: complications of Feline Cognitive Dysfunction

Cautionary Tale: ??

Story:

His earliest memory was of Bearstar, his grandfather, burying a soft-blooded kit alive.

The kit was born snowy white, and Bearstar had taken it without a word of protest from its mother.

He had gestured for the then three-moon old Wolfhaze to watch as he told the kit why it was being disposed of.

“It won’t survive. Too light.” Bearstar grumbled, gently putting the kit into the hole.

“This way it can feed the land, instead of using up our resources.” He continued, starting to shovel in dirt.

Wolfhaze watched in horror as Bearstar finished burying the kit.

“That’s what we do to soft-bloods. Understood?”

Still not sure how he was meant to react, he had merely nodded.

As moons passed, food grew scarcer. More cats went missing, and when Wolfhaze finally completed his vigil, Bearstar was waiting.

“It’s time to move on from soft-bloods.” He said.

“Now we hunt bigger prey.”

Wolfhaze-- by now used to his grandfather’s instructions-- followed his orders to the letter.

Bearstar would bring the rogues to the meadow above camp, and Wolfhaze buried them.

That was the way it was.

Until it wasn’t, and Bearstar was killed.

Until his own grandson-- Mousethistle-- decided to leave the prairie for the forest.

Wolfhaze followed, of course. What else could he do?

He would always be there for Mouse.

Just as Bearstar was there for him.

Additional Information:

--Submission by @ambitiousauthor​

--At least he....cares?

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Dark Forest Resident: Mousethistle

Aliases / Nicknames: Half-life, Soft-blood, Weakling, Wimp, Runt

Gender: male

Sexuality: bisexual

Family: Mistleg (mother), Ashstreak (father), Beartooth (maternal great grandmother), Wolfhaze (grandfather), Lionstripe (mate), Lionclaw (daughter), Kiteshadow (grandson)

Other Relations: unnamed mentor, unnamed apprentice

Clan: Plainclan (formerly), Thunderclan 

Rank: warrior

Characteristics: kills to please his daughter and mate, appears weak

Number of Victims: 6

Number of Murders: 5

Murder Method: biting into skull

Known Victims: Jaydusk, Beetlekit, Tanagerkit, Owlkit, Goatkit, Lionclaw

Victim Profile: 5 month old kits

Cause of Death: anemia due to severe flea infestation

Cautionary Tale: ??

Story:

Mousethistle was like his namesake-- timid.

Wolfhaze, his grandfather, tried to cure his ‘soft blood’ by making him help bury bodies, but all that did was give him nightmares.

When he hit his growth spurt and soon towered over the rest of his Clan, their hope was restored that he would bring honour to their family.

However, he disappointed them when he took a Thunderclan queen as his mate.

Lionstripe was demanding, but Mousethistle met her requests effortlessly, even joining her in Thunderclan, much to his grandmother, Beartooth’s disgust.

Wolfhaze made him dig more holes, bury more bodies.

It was at this time that Lionstripe had Lionkit.

Lionkit was the spitting image of her mother, and Mousethistle knew that he would have to impress Lionstripe so that she wouldn’t leave him.

She had mentioned an argument she had with Jaydusk, a queen with a litter of four, and Mousethistle set off to avenge his mate’s honour. He ripped into the queen and her kits that night, grooming his shell-shocked daughter before fleeing.

He went to Wolfhaze, seeking guidance. Wolfhaze, as expected, fell back on Plainclan’s code of retribution.

He instructed Mousethistle not to groom his pelt of fleas for six moons for every life he had taken.

Mousethistle took that advice, and even as he lay, drained of almost all his blood, he still wondered if he had been forgiven.

Additional Information:

--Submission by @ambitiousauthor​

--Wolfhaze has the opposite energy as Gramps

[jasperflickercats]

WC OC Rambling #1: Cobweb/Webpaw (PT One)

Cobweb is one of the most important OCs I have ever made. He was not my first, but he has taken up a good portion of my life. He has three full length fanfiction novels written in his perspective, and one full length that he is a major side character in. I began writing his story in 7th grade and finished his final major role in 11th. He is a white cat with black splotches and a single green (left) eye. He is missing his right eye.

Cobweb was born to Violet(paw) and Kodi, two cats who lived in twolegplace. When his uncle Troy demanded that Kodi rejoin his former rogue group, Violet fled twolegplace with Cobweb and her other kit, Rose.

Sheltering in the forest, Violet was killed by two DarkClan cats, Lynxheart and Whitetail, leaving Cobweb and Rose alone. They survived well enough together until a small pack of dogs came through and attacked. Rose was killed and Cobweb was torn up, half of his face tattered and his right eye gone. He was found by a DarkClan patrol and taken in.

He soon learned that Lynxheart and Whitetail were gone, and was given the choice to stay in DarkClan and become a medicine cat apprentice. He agreed, and an elderly medicibe cat named Clearwhisker became his mentor. Upon visiting StarClan, he learned that Violet was once a PlainClan cat and now lived amongst the ancestors. Cobweb was then renamed Webpaw.

Webpaw did well as a medicine cat and befriended a cat named Goldpaw. Things were well until StarClan delivered a message warning of two cats, one after the other, whom would destroy the Clan. Violet would visit him in dreams and try to convince him to leave the Clans. Eventually, StarClan was completely silent to him. Fearing that he would not be believed, he told no one of the prophecy.

A kit was born, named Tigerkit (listen I was in 7th-8th grade when I wrote this book) who matched the description that Webpaw was given by StarClan. According to the prophecy, she would bring about the second cat to destroy the Clan. Webpaw assumed that if she couldn't usher in the next cat, then all would be fine.

Desperate, afraid for his Clan and feeling as though none would understand or take him seriously, Webpaw resorted to murder. He poisoned Tigerkit with holly berries. DarkClan caught him in the act and exiled him.

Cobweb/Webpaw Pt Two