#wolfthrush

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Dark Forest Residences: Wolfthrush & Snowsight

Wolfthrush

Aliases / Nicknames: Fool, Foxheart

Gender: tom

Sexuality: bisexual, grayromantic

Family: unnamed mother, Sunthorn (father), Pondsilk (mate), Snowsight (daughter), unnamed kits, Airglint (grandmother), Dustleaf, Snowburn (grandaunts), Snailmask, Coneleaf (great-grandfathers), Woodflake (mate, formerly)

Other Relations: unnamed mentor, Snowsight (apprentice)

Clan: WindClan

Rank: warrior

Characteristics: distrustful, very protective, hates ThunderClan

Murder Motive: to protect his daughter

Number of Victims: 2

Number of Murders: 2

Murder Method: repeatedly slashing, slicing throat

Known Victims: Beejaw, Snowsight

Victim Profile: his daughter's ThunderClan mate, his daughter

Cause of Death: cheek artery torn, killed by Snowsight

Cautionary Tale: ??

Story: 

He did it for her.

She just didn't understand. He couldn't make her understand.

He had been broken by a ThunderClan cat before, a vile she-cat who told him that she loved him, who he gave his heart to, and who shattered it to pieces when he found out that it was all a lie.

He had spent moons dedicating his life to her only to find out that she was merely using him so that she can have kits with her true mate--an infertile male.

The only thing worse than her betrayal was knowing that he had kits with her. Kits that would grow up in that betrayer's Clan, kits that would be raised by another tom as well as that liar. And he couldn't do a thing about it. What could he do? Confess to a cross-Clan relationship? Would it even matter? The kits would surely stay with their mother's Clan. Wolfthrush didn't need the embarrassment anyways. He didn't need everyone to know how easily he had been played a fool.

Instead, he turned his focus on love inside the Clan. That's how he fell for Pondsilk.

He didn't love her as much as he had once loved Woodflake. Perhaps he couldn't trust her enough to. But they were mates, truer in name than he had ever been with Woodflake.

To distract himself from the family just beyond the borders--his family--he spent a lot of time with his new, better love. It wasn't long before together, they had kits. Or kit, rather--a single, beautiful daughter.

She was everything to Wolfthrush.

She was his heart, his world, his entire reason for living.

Is it without reason that he would do anything to protect her?

It was late one night when he woke to find her missing. Worried that she was hurt somewhere, he set out to find her, and saw her meeting with a ThunderClan tom at the exact same spot he used to meet Woodflake.

He was tricking her!

He was playing her for a fool!

Hadn't ThunderClan taken enough from their family?

No, he wouldn't make Snowsight go through the same pain as Wolfthrush had.

It was with far more emotion that logic that moved him. Defensiveness that made him run. Rage that made him lift his claws. Fear that made him lash out, over and over. Sorrow that made him wail as he did it.

And it was with shock that he looked to his horrified daughter.

Snowsight

Aliases / Nicknames: Darling Daughter

Gender: she-cat

Sexuality: polysexual

Family: Pondsilk (mother), Wolfthrush (father), unnamed half-siblings, Sunthorn (grandfather), Airglint (great-grandmother), Dustleaf, Snowburn (great-grandaunts), Snailmask, Coneleaf (great-great-grandfathers)

Other Relations: Wolfthrush (mentor)

Clan: rogue, WindClan (formerly)

Rank: rogue (formerly warrior)

Characteristics: selective mute, distrustful, hates sleep

Murder Motive: vengeance

Number of Victims: 1

Number of Murders: 1

Murder Method: tearing artery

Known Victims: Wolfthrush

Victim Profile: her father, her mate's killer

Cause of Death: throat torn open, murdered by Wolfthrush

Cautionary Tale: ??

Story: 

She ran.

How else was she meant to react?

Her father, her guide, her mentor, in some ways, her best friend had just killed the love of her life. He had tackled Beejaw to the ground before either cat could react, and lashed out over and over blindly--striking Beejaw's face, his chest, and then his throat.

His legs and muzzle were splattered with Beejaw's blood. His heavy breathing had mingled with her mate's final gasps of breaths. Then her father turned his wide, unblinking eyes on her.

Did she run because she thought that she was next?

Did she run because he had betrayed her so horribly?

Did she run because she needed to get away from that terrible sight, that terrible reality?

Perhaps all of the possibilities were right. But the thought process hadn't been consciously present when Snowsight ran. The only thing she thought of was run. Get away. Don't look back.

She couldn't get the images out of her head. She couldn't hunt without the blood sending her into a spiraling panic. She couldn't sleep without reliving the moment over and over again.

Sometimes it changed, little details altered. But the main event was always constant.

Beejaw pressed against her. He told her how much he love her, how he would leave his Clan to be with her and then they could be together whenever they wished, with no borders to stop them. He would smile at her, eyes so loving.

Then he would scream, and Wolfthrush would stand over him. And as Beejaw cried, Snowsight's father turned his gaze on her.

That was always when she woke up.

It was a long time before the shock wore off enough for anger to settle in.

How could he do it?

He hurt her so badly. He took away her love, her future. Why did he do it?

There was a time when Wolfthrush was her best friend. There was a time when she only had good memories with him, save for little squabbles that had been forgotten by the next day.

But now when she thought of her father, she could only picture the blood and slashing claws and Beejaw's screeches, and the burning in her throat as she screamed for her father to please stop.

He hurt her so badly.

He had to pay.

She travelled back to the Clan territories without a single break. Not to hunt, not to sleep. Not even to blink.

She found him a while before she even came near the Clan borders again.

Wolfthrush smiled when he saw her, and began to run toward her--

Snowsight snarled and charged.

Wolfthrush quickly whirled around.

He ran.

Snowsight ran too.

Not away this time. No, she going to make him pay.

It wasn't long before Snowsight caught him. She slashed out with her claws furiously. He had begged her to stop, said that he didn't want to hurt her. Snowsight was sure that she told him that he already had, but she was too crazed to be sure that anything besides vicious growling was making its way through her throat.

In a desperate attempt to defend himself, Wolfthrush lashed out--he should have kept his eyes open, but he couldn't bare to look as he struck his darling daughter.

Snowsight's blood spilled from her throat, drenching Wolfthrush's coat.

"Sorry," he began to gasp, when with her last bit of energy, Snowsight bit hard on his cheek, tearing an artery.

As black filled her vision and everything became fog, she wondered if the trickling she heard was from her own blood or her father's.

Additional Information:

--Their story is based on the songs Hayloft and Hayloft ll by Mother Mother!

--Their kin, Airglint, is also a resident!

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The song lyrics for what inspired Wolfthrush and Snowsight go like this!

Snowsight (aka the daughter):

My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun You better run My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun Ga - ga - ga - ga - ga

It started with the hayloft a-creakin' Well it just started in the hay - LOFT With his long johns on, Pop went a-creeping Out to the barn, up to the hay Young lovers and they are not sleeping Young lovers in the hay - LOFT With his gun turned on, Pop went a-creeping Out to the barn, up to the hay - LOFT

My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun You better run My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun Ga - ga - ga - ga - ga

Ahh. yaa. yaa. ya Ahh. yaa. yaa. ya Ahh. yaa. yaa. ya Ahh. yaa. yaa. ya Ga - ga - ga - ga - ga - ga

It started with the hayloft a-creakin' Well it just started in the hay With his long johns on, Pop went a-creeping Out to the barn, up to the hay - LOFT Young lovers with their legs tied up in knots Young lovers with their legs tied up in knots With his long, tall gun, Pop went a-creeping To blow their hay-loft dead heads straight off

My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun You better run My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun Ga - ga - ga - ga - ga

Ahh. yaa. yaa. ya Ahh. yaa. yaa. ya Ahh. yaa. yaa. ya Ahh. yaa. yaa. ya Ga - ga - ga - ga - ga - ga Ga - ga - ga - ga Ga - ga - ga - ga

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Wolfthrush (aka the dad):

Whatever happened to the young, young lovers? One got shot and the other got lost in Drugs and punks and blood on the street Blood, blood on her knees Bloody history (yeah)

Whatever happened to the hayloft? Burnt to the ground, and what about Pop? He took his ass back to the crack shack With his long johns on, singing that old song

My baby's got a gun, my baby's got a gun My baby's got a gun, I better run My baby's got a gun, it goes Boom, boom, crack, ga-ga-ga-ga, boom, boom

An eye for an eye, a leg for a leg A shot in the heart doesn't make it unbreak She really didn't wanna make it messy She really, really didn't, but the girl gone cray

My baby's got a gun, my baby's got a gun My baby's got a gun, I better run My baby's got a gun, it goes Boom, boom, crack, ga-ga-ga-ga, boom, boom

She crucify (she crucify) She crucify (she crucify) She crucify (she crucify) Hey Pop, you die, you die

My baby's got a gun, my baby's got a gun My baby's got a gun, I better run My baby's got a gun, it goes Boom, boom, crack, ga-ga-ga-ga, boom, boom My baby's got a gun, my baby's got a gun

My baby's got a gun, my baby's got a gun My baby's got a gun, I better run My baby's got a gun, it goes Boom, boom, crack, ga-ga-ga-ga, boom, boom

My baby's got a gun, my baby's got a gun My baby's got a gun, I better run My baby's got a gun, it goes Boom, boom, crack, ga-ga-ga-ga, boom, ga-ga-ga-ga

She's not a bad kid She's not a bad kid But she had to do it She had to do it They're not a bad kid But they had to do it They couldn't not They had to face off

She's not a bad kid But they had to do it She had to crack She had to kill Pop

(songs are Hayloft and Hayloft II)

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Dark Forest Resident: Airglint

TW: transphobia (with justice)

Aliases / Nicknames: ??

Gender: female

Sexuality: pansexual

Family: Snailmask, Coneleaf (fathers), Dustleaf, Snowburn (sisters), Elmstar (brother), Sunthorn (son), Wolfthrush (grandson)

Other Relations: unnamed mentor, unnamed apprentice

Clan: WindClan

Rank: warrior

Characteristics: killed those who mocked her trans father, secretive, selective mute

Murder Motive: justice, anger

Number of Victims: 4

Number of Murders: 4

Murder Method: strangulation, disembowling

Known Victims: Mudrustle, Floodslip, Shadeback, Wormtail

Victim Profile: transphobes

Cause of Death: yellowcough

Cautionary Tale: ??

Story: 

Airglint's parents were loving, kind, good.

They didn't deserve to be mocked. They certainly didn't deserve to be attacked.

But when Snailmask told the Clan that he preferred to be called a tom, there were snickers among the crowd.

Airglint didn't understand why everyone had to be so horrible. Just two moons after the announcement, Coneleaf broke things off with him.

Airglint did the best she could to comfort her father. She called out any rude comment she heard and stayed by his side when it became too much and he broke down.

Seeing the pain he was in, how much it hurt him to be himself....and hearing the awful remarks in spite of how much it hurt him.

It was enough to make her snap.

The culprits were three warriors in the Clan, and one outside of it that sneered during a Gathering.

What luck that she and Mudrustle would be assigned a patrol together! She broke away for a short moment to cover up a rabbit's burrow. Hidden from sight, Mudrustle ran right over it, and the crack that split the air was almost as delightful as his pained screeching!

He had been running so fast that when his foot caught, it broke his bone badly enough to have it jutting out of his leg. Airglint ran to get 'herbs,' then returned with a generous heap of stinging nettle that she applied to the wound.

Mudrustle yowled for a while longer (muffled, of course, by Airglint as to not alert anyone who may have strayed close enough to hear--though she knew that they were the only patrol sent so far in that specific direction, another lucky step!)

It wasn't long before the pain was too much, and Mudrustle passed out. But Airglint wasn't satisfied.

She dragged him a long way to an abandoned den. It had belong to a badger that was chased away last moon, and it was much bigger than the one Mudrustle had run across. Big enough to fit a whole cat, even!

Airglint dropped him inside of it, and began to throw piles of dirt inside with him. She waited until he was well-buried, with his muzzle still above ground, before she woke him up with a sharp slash across the mouth. Then, after a few blissful seconds of hearing his terror and confusion, she buried the rest of him, and returned to camp in a panic.

Floodslip was next. His death wasn't as pre-planned as Mudrustle. It was more...a blind rage that ended him.

Airglint was hunting by herself when she overheard Floodslip, in another patrol, make yet another joke about her father. She could just barely manage to wait until he was alone before pouncing. She raked her claws along both cheeks, then sliced at his belly, over and over again in a spray of blood, and kept going until that spray grew pinker and slushier.

That was when Floodslip's patrol partner returned. Airglint had to qualms killing her. She had said awful things too.

Shadeback had managed to get rather far before Airglint finally caught up. She grabbed Shadeback by the scruff, stilling her, and hauled her back to the body.

She made her look at the messy corpse as she told her that this is what happens to cats that mock her father.

Then, with great difficulty and struggling on Shadeback's part, she grabbed a hold of one of Floodslip's organs she couldn't identify and shoved it into Shadeback's mouth. Then she proceeded to force it deeper.

Before Shadeback was dead, Airglint cut open her throat and pulled the organ out. She didn't need the Clan asking questions. With the brutal state the bodies were in, it would be clear to everyone that their deaths were the work of a great beast. She didn't need them thinking it could be anything else.

But they would surely question why she didn't hear or see them. So Airglint walked into a thornbush, pushing herself roughly against the thorns until their marks, along with the ones left by Shadeback and Floodslip's struggles, were convincing enough. Then she burst into the camp, yowling once again in a panic.

Everything was so peaceful in WindClan, with those awful things gone. Snailmask was brighter, clearly happier and more open. He would say jokes, and it made Airglint remember that she hadn't heard him laugh like that in moons.

But another Gathering came, and she remembered that she still had someone to go.

Wormtail was much harder. How could she kill someone from another Clan?

Get him to come to her?

It was worth a shot. Not without tremendous effort and even more discomfort, she forced herself to flirt with him. Wormtail brushed her off at first, but with enough time, he became interested enough to meet Airglint at the stream that bordered their Clans.

Wormtail's guard was down.

Airglint waited until he was half-asleep, snuggled by her side, before she grabbed his scruff and shoved his face into the water. He was bigger, but he was drowsy, and Airglint rage fueled her. But it wasn't enough. It was too good.

So she mimicked what she had once seen the medicine cat do to a kit that had fell into this same stream, and pumped his chest until he spat up water. Then she put his head back under the surface, and repeated the process over and over again until she couldn't bring him back anymore.

Finally the last of those disgusting cats were gone.

Airglint wondered for just a moment if she had it in her to feel guilty for what she did. She killed another cat in cold-blood, three of her Clanmates suffered horrible fates because of her.

But instead of queasy guilt, a fire-like warmth filled her belly, and a smile spread across her face. All her rage from the moons of torment was finally settled, and she, along with Snailmask, could enjoy their free life.

Six seasons after the last life was taken, new life would be born. The litter was born in leaf-bare, when food was scarce. Airglint knew that the litter would most likely be small, considering how little she managed to eat. But one kit was miracle enough for her.

And when that kit grew older, Airglint taught him her principles: never harm a cat for being who they are, protect the vulnerable, and hurt the monsters that hurt them.

Additional Information: 

--At first I was gonna make the third death less unrealistic because they're cats, but transphobes deserve extreme violence! They can choke on organs!

--Picrew: Michis cat creator｜Picrew