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#i need to draw Rattlebone at some point… Sheepstar’s ref will be done soon. i also need to drawl their spookier dark forest forms. i want
fowlblue · 5 months
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Got back into making edgy battle cat OCs so… introducing Spiresnare, the young healer of Mossclan, and his… friends from the ‘other side’. A suspicious-looking bunch, aren’t they?
(little bit more lore beneath the cut)
Spiresnare has his eyes on another cat in his clan, Rattlebone, his good friend from back in their apprentice days. However, he struggles to find a way to get his attention, as Rattle is a brooding, haunted tom who spends most of his time lost in his own thoughts. He’s a warrior well-known for sniffing out trouble, which leaves him picking up after most of the clan’s problems.
So, Spiresnare turns to his other friends- ghostly cats from the Dark Forest (cat hell), who he’s been close with his entire life (he lacks a connection with Starclan, and has no family left within his clan). They advise him to begin causing disasters within the territory, a spiraling murder mystery that Rattlebone with undoubtably have to solve, giving them the unknowing back-and-forth of a killer and detective- Spiresnare can even help him ‘solve’ the crimes!
So, heeding their words, he begins to do just that.
Other details of note:
- Spiresnare is clumsy and, on his own, incapable of defeating a properly-trained warrior- to get around this, he allows himself to be temporarily possessed by his Dark Forest mentors so they can do so through him. The added benefit of this is that he has no memory of these events, keeping him from blurting out the wrong thing at the wrong time.
- There is another cat in his wicked little found family- Sheepstar, pseudo-leader of the Dark Forest. She was the first to meet him, and the one his closest with. She is like a mother to him and fiercely protective- you’ll see her eventually >:)
- Each of his Dark Forest friends is coded after a particular entity from The Magnus Archives, and is responsible for various horrible crimes in the histories of the clans:
• Waxenbramble was a small, frail cat who decided to win a war against an opposing clan by setting their territory alight- the fire spread and many were killed. When confronted, she cursed her clan for condemning her, and leapt at her leader- she was then killed and woke up in the Dark Forest.
• Honeyheather was a healer of Mossclan from many, many moons ago- soft-furred and sweet-tongued, they were admired for their gentle soul- this compassion, however, had a dark side. When Honeyheather encountered injuries and sickness he could not heal, his patients would disappear- missing, that is, until his nearby ‘apiary’ was discovered. In the Dark Forest, they are known by some as ‘The Beekeeper’.
• Garwhisker was an older tom from a rival clan who was, unbeknownst to others, obsessed with the concept of the ‘perfect predator’, an unbeatable hunter- he observed the hunting tactics of other carnivores, experimented, changed methods and chased creatures of all kinds. But it still was not enough, and he turned his teeth and claws to his own kind to hone his skills further. There are rumors he even allied himself with creatures of other species, learning to speak their tongue as easily as his own.
• Boarpaw was a young apprentice when they died- violent and raging even as a kit, their strength grew with them, to the point they lacked the means to control it… if they ever would have to begin with. Boarpaw excelled in fighting alone, and never pulled a blow. In time, the other apprentices grew to fear their quiet, hollow-eyed peer, and refused to spar alone with them. Their mentors found themselves at a loss. A pity for them, it was, when three were set to spar against them at once and, in quick succession, Boarpaw killed them.
• Heavypebble was a quiet, mysterious, but dutiful warrior of Mossclan. However, he began having visions of holes opening beneath the ground, bones and bodies and the like, after he was forced to bury his mate when she perished from sickness. Over time, he seemed to become obsessed with the earth beneath his feet, finally snapping one day in a storm and fleeing to his mate’s grave, digging and digging desperately in an attempt to reach her- and yet, he found nothing, the hole deepening as he went. When a clanmate attempted to stop him, he dragged them in with him as the earth collapsed.
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