#wolfthrush

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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)

[residences-of-the-darkforest]

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!