#rotstar

[legacieswcrp]

We're getting started with Rotstar, the current leader of StormClan - a calculating and emotionally detached diplomat who safely negotiated a truce with the Fallen by resurrecting the Law of the Land, a previously-disused tenet of the warrior code which forbids StormClan cats from trespassing on their allies' territory. For all that he's aged with a stoic kind of grace, most in StormClan can tell that Rotstar is in the twilight moons of his life and his leadership; it won't be long until a new leader steps up to support him.

Rotstar's deputy and successor will be chosen through limited rank auditions, instated once StormClan has safely hit its stride in running RP and getting people set up and comfortable with the server's structure and systems; he is a temporary staff-run character, here to demonstrate how Clan leadership and limited rank activities work.

[sparky-is-spiders]

So my drawing tablet looks to have been injured in the trip back to college and I haven’t checked to see if it still works. So. Uh. Anyway I made my bastard lizards (+ the one insect) into mammals.

Bastard Lizard Battlecats AU!!

I tried to stick to more realistic coat colors but Amaldyne can have a purple eye. As a treat.

Some AU facts, presented in no particular order:

- Amaldyne’s warrior name is just her dragon family name. If you’re wondering who would name a kit “Rotkit” I think there was a bit of a tradition of giving kits “scary” or “menacing” names.

- Blizzardshard (Eityr) got her prefix the same way. That or she was an outsider who was brought to the clan young.

- They’re all in ShadowClan!

- Rotwing was a relatively well-respected warrior. A little intense, but well-meaning, intelligent, ambitious, and with the clan’s best interests at heart. Nobody’s quite sure why her apprentices turned out Like That.

- She mentored Blizzardshard and Lionsong (Leoshgon). Blizzard (who had mostly known her parent’s (Watcherite expy, although I don’t think I’ve talked much about it) intensely controlling behavior found Rotwing a welcome reprieve and a role model. She really looked up to her and became an intensely fanatical supporter. Lion will commit atrocities for affection and Rotwing was more than happy to take advantage of this.

- I imagine that Amaldyne hadn’t considered leadership too seriously, but with ShadowClan under threat from several factions she took it upon herself to fix everything through the power of clawing her way to the top by any means necessary.

- Maybe some horrible calamity can befall her family this time too to give her the push to make some REALLY terrible decisions.

- But without the armageddon time crunch she has time to move the pieces into place. She’s a respected warrior. She has time.

- First order of business is making Blizzard a medicine cat. Blizzardshard would do ANYTHING Rot told her to do so it’s not hard to convince her. Not sure how it happens but it does get done (Blizzard does have a knack for herbs. And maybe some less savory skillsets).

- Leo was the right-hand-man and mate of the Overseer, as well as a former kittypet. As the Overseer got more and more dangerous and controlling he (as before) began collaborating with Amaldyne to kill him (as he was also becoming a serious threat to ShadowClan). When they succeeded, he was brought into the Clan (I imagine she was deputy by this point). While he was a grown adult, he still needed a short apprenticeship period to grow used to clan life and learn how to hunt and fight in ShadowClan.

- Deputy Rotwing had permission to spy on the twolegplace cats but the full scope of her activities was never discovered.

- She was a serious candidate for the deputyship, but possibly had Blizzard place a conveniently rotting birds wing somewhere. Maybe.

- Idk I like the idea of her getting the position legitimately. Or even the sign being real but it being a warning that Blizzard covers up or willfully misinterprets.

- When asked why she was so invested in getting Lion into the clan and making him her apprentice she said that she saw potential in him. This is technically true.

- She worked hard to teach him how to be deputy because she recognized a good puppet when she saw one. She made sure to give him an apprentice as soon as the time was right.

- She definitely got the leader killed after all the pieces were in place.

- Lionsong was her first mistake as leader. He was liked but not respected, both for his outsider heritage and his personality. Rotstar wanted someone who would follow orders and be easily manipulated (but who wouldn’t accidentally start a war by snapping and murdering another deputy like Blizzard), and Lion’s obnoxious chatterbox routine and pushover nature made him a great tool but a poor deputy.

- More charitable cats thought this was just nepotism. Lion and Blizzard were the cats closest to Rotstar in the clan and one of them was too medicine cat to be deputy.

- Less charitable cats recognized Rotstar giving her strongest supporters the only roles with enough power to challenge her decisions.

- Like Blueflame! I haven’t talked about her and Lilypaw (or their original lizardverse versions) but they’re both here. Blueflame’s lizard version doesn’t have a name (that’s like the middle part of character creation for me) but she’s Amaldyne’s ex gf. Their relationship ends as Amaldyne gets worse and worse and it is NOT an easy breakup. Like in the lizardverse, Blueflame is dry-witted, level headed, smart, and somewhat laid back. Lilypaw is an expy of Lesareth Rotwing, Amaldyne’s younger cousin. A somewhat rude academically-minded dragon named after a very rare and poisonous flower.

- Unlike in Lizardverse, Lilypaw is Rot and Blue’s daughter. Canon Amaldyne has enough shit going on without also being a parent but outside of it I like the extra family drama and I eat it like the popcorn.

- Lilypaw is a medicine cat apprentice. Her parents split (on much better terms) when Rotwing first became deputy. She was sort of an absent parent to Lily tbh.

- Blueflame is the one to kill Rotstar and becomes the leader after.

- Rotstar keeps fucking. Starting wars. And scheming to take down enemies. And becoming more and more controlling. She loses a lot of the trust and respect she used to command but is still feared by many. Blizzardshard dies with her, and Lionsong is probably also killed, but might be driven off to parts unknown depending on how cooperative he is.

I left out soooo many things (such as “what if warrior cats did necromancy?”) but this got so fucking long and I am. Tired. Anyway hope you enjoyed. I am constantly putting the lizards in Situations.

[bucks-basement]

Day two - Darkforest Cat Say hello to Softfawn! She's a cat from Elmclan, mother of Sunstar and mate to Rotstar. She died via complications from birth and poor health. She ended up exiling herself from Starclan, feeling guilty of not 'doing enough' against her mate and protecting her kits while alive.

[westward-warrior]

[the-gay-prometheus]

“I know we’re the crooked kind, 

but you’re crooked too, boy, and it shows” (-”Crooked Kind” by Radical Face) Rotstar finds a strange skull in Darkwood - a cat skull with its tooth missing... and it just so happened that the ‘fox tooth pendent’ he was given during his leadership ceremony fit perfectly in the hole where the tooth was missing. Behind him rises the spirit of Nameless, looking upward to the stars where those who lost their lives in this place now live on. The truth is out now - everything Rotstar ever knew about Carrionclan was a lie, and he knows what he has to do to fix it all (or, at least, he thinks he does). <Been messing around with my new laptop and pen for a bit. Still getting used to how it all works, but this looks pretty ok for being a second try, I suppose - especially considering I was drawing my boy Rotstar here in a new pose and in an angle I’ve never drawn from before! Also I still can’t draw backgrounds 😒>

[fatal-rewrites-warriors]

I will always jump at the chance to ramble about some OCs!!

(not gonna worry about spoilers cuz I'm not really actively working on the story about them anymore, so you might as well have a little summary lol)

Let's see...

There's Rotsight/Rotstar, leader of a clan called Carrionclan that bases pretty much its entire society off of the compost piles they live around. He's a lanky oriental type cat with medium length fur, almost all black except for his neck, chest, belly, and the underside of his tail which are all a slate blue, and he's got pale blue-grey eyes. He's sort of a mixture of anxious wholesome bean and witty brat, but tries to be as serious as he can during his time as leader. Oh - and he also is in a relationship with the leader of a neighboring clan. This results in both of them being exiled for a while once they're discovered, which ends up sending the clans into turmoil because of...

Condor - Rotstar's long lost sister who was left to die because she was born with two tails. Carrionclan code had stated that all cats born with deformities of disabilities be either killed or left to die for reasons I'll explain in a bit. She's got that same lanky build but with short chocolate brown fur and pale turquoise eyes. She's bitter about being left to die, and bitter about the situation of the clan's code as a whole - and she knows why it all happened to begin with. Basically she's about to let all hell loose on the clans, yes, all the clans, because they all had a part in the thing that happened. She thought when she was left though that she was left alone but it turns out her mother had left another kit behind with her that she didn't know about, that being-

Swiftgaze, a fawn colored she-cat with thick fur and a broader build than her siblings, and bright blue eyes. She had been picked up by an Alderclan cat who discovered her by the side of the road, and was raised as that cat's own, entirely oblivious of her true identity. She's got a good heart and just wants to do what's right, but she's dealing with some problems of her own - that being her kithood sweetheart, now the leader of Alderclan - has suddenly become hellbent on assimilating all the clans into Alderclan and taking rule of the entire territory by force (that's related to the main plot but I won't go into detail about it cuz this is already long lmao).

All three of these cats? Cursed. Like actually cursed. Turns out the founder of Carrionclan was actually a blind, nearly deaf she-cat called Nameless, who founded the clan as a haven for all disabled and deformed cats. It was all well and good, except living in such unsanitary conditions, despite providing them with easy food, was difficult for cats with weakened immune systems, and often times they had trouble defending themselves against other clans and predators. Nameless's son, Blistertongue, was one of a few cats born perfectly """normal,""" and he watched his other siblings suffer and die from debilitating deformities and horrible illness, as well as watching many of his clanmates suffer some horrible fates. But he took this grief too far. Instead of trying to help Nameless find ways to make conditions better, he and the other ablebodied cats of the clan decided to essentially commit genocide with the blessings of the other clans. Blistertongue and the others killed off the entirety of their clan, including his own mother. But Nameless wasn't going to take his betrayal without payback - and so a curse was placed on Blistertongue and his bloodline. He would be cursed to see her ghost as a constant reminder of what he had done. His progeny would be similarly cursed - they would either see her ghost, hear her speaking to them, or for some rare cats, be able to see and hear her. Because of his shame Blistertongue never revealed the curse to his kits or clanmates, so when a young cat of his lineage claims to see or hear a dead cat, it is assumed they can communicate with starclan and are forced into the role of medicine cat - regardless of if they had any gift for it or not. Both the cats involved and the clan suffered greatly from this, and even those who managed to keep their secret were often not safe, as they would go mad from the strange sight or the voice in their head - some being deemed mentally deformed and being cast out of the clan or killed.

These three cats also have other abilities thanks to their father (the curse comes from their mother's side), but his deal I'm not gonna get into because that's a whole other story.

Swiftgaze can hear Nameless and also hear glimpses of the future.

Condor can see Nameless and is hyperaware of the present - and can also appear in multiple places at one time through her dreams.

Rotstar can hear, see, and communicate with Nameless and has immersive visions of the past.

Basically the story goes that a prophecy is brought that says the curse will be lifted when two of them kill each other and, at first, it's believed that the only two cats of the lineage are Condor and Rotstar. But then when it's revealed that Swiftgaze is one of them too, that changes everything, and it's discovered that the prophecy was talking about Swiftgaze and Condor, not Condor and Rotstar. The two of them kill each other in the end, Condor's killing of Swiftgaze being a reparation for all the cats who were killed by the able-bodied cats of the clan, but Swiftgaze killing of Condor represented all of the suffering that was brought about by the lack of careful planning and judgement on Nameless' part during the founding of the clan. Rotstar was left alive as he got to see the whole story unfold through visions of the past and understands exactly how both sides were wrong, and as the leader of Carrionclan (reinstated after all the shenanigans are over), he has the power to make a change for the better of the clan by abolishing the code set by Blistertongue and working on ways to ensure that each cat born in the clan is able to lead a safe and fulfilling life.

bro that was intense great work??? holy shit

[hereticglory]

rotstar replied to your post: this is the funniest thing to me. my dad is from...

I LITERALLY ONLY KNOW THIS PHRASE FROM A REALLY REALLY BAD LOCALIZATION OF A VIDEO GAME LOL

this + the context of where the phrase originated makes me think it was localized by some unnamed team in a backwater mississippi town that’s only populated by like 200 people

[canon-notcanon-warriorcats]

Iiiiiiit’s OC Thursday!

This time I’m coming in with a whole group of cats from a whole new group of clans I’m working on. So here’s the sketches (bcuz I’ve been too busy to actually do full digitized drawings of them hhhhhsvshs)

We’ll start with Splinterstar. She’s the graceful ace (asexual) leader of Lumberclan! She’s got a weird sense of humor, but she’s extremely kindhearted and will help anyone - even if they’re not from her clan - in any way she can. She’s moderately fearful of heights, which designates her to the ‘leafwalker’ class of warriors (Lumberclan and Carrionclan each have special classes within the warrior rank), a class that rarely ever has cats chosen as leaders since the clan is typically known for being extremely skilled in climbing and fearlessly leaping through the branches of the trees. She’s a diplomat by nature, and just wants to do the right thing.

Larkstar is next. He’s the stern, passionate leader of Fieldclan who takes his role as leader very seriously. Skilled and stealthy, he makes up for what he lacks in brute strength with his ability to lay low and stay nearly silent. He isn’t cruel, but he is very strict and demanding, ensuring that the codes of his clan are never broken…. except by himself. Larkstar has a relationship with a cat from outside his clan - but not just any cat; its the leader of another clan - Rotstar. Larkstar’s relationship with Rotstar is extremely important to him, and despite his loyalty to his clan, if he had to choose between his clan and his partner - he would wholeheartedly choose his partner.

Rotstar is a rather interesting cat. He only recently became leader of Carrionclan after the old leader had an unfortunate encounter with a vulture fighting over a sheep carcass in the compost pile (Carrionclan lives near a farm compost and receives all of its food from livestock carcasses that get sent there to decompose), and despite his outwardly confident nature, he’s very nervous. Prone to anxiety, he constantly second-guesses himself and is worried that he might accidentally ruin his clan. Even worse, he fears what his clanmates might do to him if they find out he is romantically involved with the leader of their neighboring clan. Still, he tries to take it all in his stride and is known to be amiable and loves to make others laugh and smile. He tries to help his clanmates lighten up, but at the same time he upholds high standards for his clanmates and himself. He is highly intelligent, though sometimes his fear gets in the way of his plans, but is regarded as one of the best ‘plotter’ class warriors the clan has ever seen.

Rushstar is a ruthless, cold, vile, unforgiving she-cat that rules over Alderclan with an iron paw. She takes no excuses and no prisoners, and most of the clan would admit they perceive her favorite activity to be throwing dissenters or outsiders out onto the thunderpath (the highway) at a place the clan calls “Justice” (its just a pavillion between the woods and the road). She, along with most from her clan, believes that Alderclan should have control over the entirety of the territories, despite the fact that their territory is already the biggest of the four, and will stop at nothing to ensure that the borders of Alderclan are pushed further and further into the other territories, starting with Fieldclan. What she lacks in raw intellect she makes up for with dizzying speed and brute strength. All the while, despite her attitude toward outsiders, she has a secret - one that perhaps gives reason to her coldhearted nature… and explains why she can sometimes be heard whimpering and crying from in her den.

Finally is Condor. A sleek, independent she-cat skilled in many ways. She is talented in the trees like a Lumberclan cat, stealthy like a Fieldclan cat, swift and agile like an Alderclan cat, and possess qualities of each class of Carrionclan warrior - her highest of which is manipulation and deceit. She was born in Carrionclan, alongside her brother who now leads the clan, but was instantly banished as she possesses a deformity (which is a big no-no in Carrion clan) - she has two tails. This was due to her partially absorbing another kitten in the womb, and the only part left of that other kitten was its tail - not that the cats know that, though. Had it not been for this deformity, she likely would have quickly become one of the all-time most successful and skillful cats in Carrionclan, and wholeheartedly believes that had she been given the chance, she would’ve made a better leader than her brother ever could. She has a relationship with Rushstar, but her manipulative nature leads the relationship to be highly toxic, and has left Rushstar with a great deal of physical and emotional damage. Condor believes she can use Rushstar and the whole of Alderclan to take over the entirety of the territories and bring about a new reign where cats with deformities and illnesses are raised up as royalty, and those who are normal are swept away like dust - quoting “it is what they find wrong which makes us strong.”

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ohh interesting

edit: also i forgot, really good anatomy!

[scof75]

ほぼ恒例になりつつあるTokyo Coffee Festivalに参加してる @the__roasters の珈琲と仁子ちゃんに会いに♡ナイスな布屋さん近く。だけど、サツキの、左手看板「珈琲売り切れ」の文字！だけど豆はきっちり手に入れSTUDIO75新Beat「Coffee Shop Card」にも入ってるThe Rotstars☕️今年三回目になる和歌山は海南のスモサもライブしたイベント @_arcadeproject_ ！近くのみんなは是非ですよ。ミラクルな街が現れる。素晴らしいイベントです。あー。出場しなくったっていきたかった。 でも、楽しみだ。 Coffee shop The Rostars in Wakayama is the one of the magic, the wonderful taste! #coffee #CoffeeShopCard #和歌山 #therosters #仁子とサツキ (Tokyo Coffee Festival)

[bogcreacher]

the lot of the more of them!!!!

[legacieswcrp]

LORE DROP: FROM THE ASHES

The Fallen did not stay gone from their home territory forever. As StormClan was navigating the fallout of the war and finding a new normal in their meadow camp, the Fallen were living through their own stories. In time, there emerged a subset of kindred who devised a plan: they would return to their ancestors' home and avenge their ancestors - and they would use the power of a total solar eclipse to do it.

This is where the modern era begins: from the ashes of a siege out of control, haunted by memories of a brutal past reanimated, Rotstar's final acts as StormClan's leader are to take the first steps into a tenuous new peace with Chicory and her Fallen comrades.

Celestial phenomena have power. StormClan, like their lakeside ancestors, have known this for generations, as have the Fallen, with tales of unimaginable horrors and miracles alike under red moons and solar totalities inscribed in legend, oral tradition, and documented histories. Chicory had shouldered a particularly heavy burden from her youth, her dreams steeped in visions of mountainside war, betrayal, vengeance, exodus: the life of Glory, the Fallen's war hero. It was through the Fallen's extensive and long-running historical record that her scheme took root; there was a pattern to solar eclipses, one of the most powerful phenomena known to the Fallen, and if that pattern held, she would see one in her own lifetime. With the right rites, the right number of dreamers like herself poised on the battlefield under the Moon's shadow, Chicory and her allies might be able to turn their own nightmares into a means for victory. She gathered those she could, then, and unbeknownst to StormClan, Chicory's Fallen began their journey back to the Tallrock territories.

StormClan did not track these developments in the same way; they were largely unprepared, having only just recovered after an attempted coup had nearly succeeded. StarClan sent warnings, of course, but how could they adequately alert their descendants to an event that most Clan cats would have found unimaginable? A day without daylight, a dark moon wreathed in flames, what could that possibly mean? Rotstar found himself largely working to keep the peace, trying his best to restrict information on these omens to more secretive channels while the Clan's wisest sought meaning within the mystery.

The Fallen were outnumbered when they arrived at the meadows. Chicory assured them, however, that when the time was right, StormClan would be overwhelmed. The plan was to lay a siege, cage the Clan in a wall of fire that would reflect the corona above and restrict the warriors' ability to strategize by limiting their movements. The Fallen would start on the back paw, running defense and evasion to buy time for their fellows to prepare the second stage of their trap.

Chicory and some of her comrades carried heirloom tools, mementos from kindred who lived and died long ago. Most essential among these was Glory's carving knife, a blade for processing and preparing prey remains for refinement into new tools and raw materials, steeped in memories and histories of Tallrock and the war; this tool and Chicory herself would be the crux of the battle plan, used to cut Tallrock's bloody history into the earth and rally up every bad memory, every bitter nightmare in the Fallen's battle cries.

And it worked. As StormClan's forces clashed with growing apprehension about what was happening, the moon passed over the sun, and in its shadow, new shapes joined the fray. They weren't spirits made flesh, as StormClan's distant ancestors had once faced, but living memory, dragged across the thinned veil from dream into reality. Silent likenesses of Fallen fighters swarmed StormClan with teeth and claws, led by the echo of their champion: Glory.

Terrible wounds were struck on both sides, but the true catastrophe wouldn't rear its head until the shadow passed, Chicory's nightmare gone with it. There had been a mistake somewhere in the plan - an oversight, a missed measurement, an inconsistency with the history - and the fire that made up the Fallen's siege wall had spread out of control, sprung north into the moorland and grown into a vicious inferno. Between the chilling visions under the eclipse and the danger posed by the fire, the Fallen's ranks began to break, kindred dropping their hostilities to fight the blaze alongside their enemies to save the territory that both sides called home.

Lives were lost. The moorland was devastated. For as impressive as Chicory's assault had been, there was no triumph in it in the end, and it had cost her allies, friends, trust. The aftermath was out of her paws.

As StormClan mourned and recovered, Rotstar turned his focus on justice; he wouldn't leave the Fallen without any recourse, not after StormClan had had so much time to dwell on guilt and past mistakes. In the three short years that followed, against the wishes of many of his Clanmates, he negotiated with the Fallen for peaceful coexistence. Chicory and her allies would have a home as they had sought, and StormClan would leave them unhindered in their efforts to find their way. This was more than a simple promise; he reinstated the Law of the Land, not to keep the Fallen out, but to keep StormClan in. With time, the two factions have made some strides toward peace, despite the grudges simmering between the ranks on both sides. Representatives from both groups - Chicory's mate and close friend on one side, two of Rotstar's kits on the other - have moved into temporary residencies with their neighbors as temporary cultural ambassadors in a show of good faith.

What the future holds, however, remains to be seen; Rotstar's life is nearly spent, and what may come rests in the paws of a new generation, on the precipice of a new era.

[the-gay-prometheus]

I've had this thought for a while. I started working on it more with my OC Duskshroud/star, and to an even higher degree with her insanely intelligent daughter Withershade, but now that I'm working on The Clans Divided, I'm finding ways cats can use these skills to create and enhance unique cultures within each clan.

For example, in Lumberclan, they created an underground cave system that uses the roots of trees as its support, much like the Honeycomb Warren in Watership Down.

In Carrionclan, not only do they use tools often made of bone on a regular basis especially for medicinal tasks, but it is customary that new warriors create an accessory for themselves using whatever bones and other materials they can scavenge from the composts during their vigil (i.e., Rotstar made a bracelet of rabbit vertebrae strung on a piece of baling twine). They also have a sharpened coyote's tooth from the clan's first 'symbol' hung on a piece of fishing line that has been passed down to each leader from the very beginning. New leaders undergo a ceremony in which the clan medicine cat pierce's the leader's ear with the tooth, and then hangs the tooth from the leader's neck like a necklace.

In Fieldclan, they're a rather simple clan, but their feathers mean everything to them. Birds are their main prey, so they view feathers as important and even sacred. Each newborn kit is given a down feather to wear, and a new, larger feather of the same kind of bird is added with each rank until leader, as leaders go through a trial in which they must catch and kill any kind of bird after they receive their nine lives, and once they do so they are to pluck a primary flight feather from the bird to wear. The feathers are so important to the clan that if a cat should lose any of its feathers, they must go through apprenticehood again and re-earn the feathers they lost. If a cat loses all of their feathers, they are exiled from the clan unless they can find and retrieve the feathers they lost.

As for Alderclan, they use a special sharpened piece of glass from a broken bottle affixed to a stick by use of dried brambles to cut off parts of their tails. When an Alderclan cat becomes a warrior, part of the ceremony is to remove half of the cat's tail. When a cat becomes a leader, during the official announcement of leadership, the remainder of the cat's tail is removed entirely.

I'm not completely finished fleshing out the details of each clan's customs quite yet, but I love being creative about how they can use their "technology" not only to help them, but also to create special cultures and rituals that enhance a sense of togetherness and unity within each clan.

instead of more realistic warriors were we trim back their abilities how about we think about things that happened in canon and see what we can do with all the ridiculous things these cats seem to be capable of

like, how about cats crafting accessories, they weave brambles and stuff into dens, and they know how to cut things (tail amputation anyone? let’s put that sharp rock to better use haha) maybe they weave lil pouches for herbs or make accessories like flowercrowns, maybe they use prey bones to make things?

or maybe we can go a bit farther and maybe they skin larger prey when there’s not a famine and make stuff out of it (I think leather goods might get eaten in extreme times of starvation unless there’s a whole lot of significance to an item) maybe these tasks are assigned to specfic cats who are good at them!!

what about crowns that leaders (and maybe deputies) wear for special occasions and they are all different depending on what clan they’re from!!! there could be all sorts of cool things like that!!!

[bogcreacher]

Does the clan tell the story of Rotstar to scare kits into behaving like some folk tales?

they probably will eventually but I think the wound’s too raw for this generation. also they don’t really have any kits to tell the tale to. Rip Bearkit

[bogcreacher]

Did the clan start calling her Rotstar after she died assuming she was always called Fallowstar during her leadership? Love the clan for just absolutely disrespecting her lmao it's the least she deserves

yes! Though it was more a superstition thing - like the ancient belief that saying the word for ‘bear’ would summon one. they started calling her the Rotten One but it eventually shortened to Rotstar

[bogcreacher]

their blood pools at your feet

[bogcreacher]

Rotstar, the clan’s tyrannical ex-leader, and Bearkit, late son of Lakesun and Moorheart