Dark Forest Resident: Aspenroot
Aliases / Nicknames: Sensitivespots
Gender: tom
Sexuality: bisexual
Family: Sandytail (mother), Toadtooth (father), Reedcloud (mate)
Other Relations: unnamed mentor, unnamed Dark Forest mentor
Clan: Windclan
Rank: warrior
Characteristics: kills to get away from mate and parents
Number of Victims: 3
Number of Murders: 3
Murder Method: leads into traps, leads to hawks
Known Victims: Sandytail, Toadtooth, Reedcloud
Cause of Death: killed by hawk
Cautionary Tale: ??
Story:
Aspenkit depended heavily on his parents. They knew right from wrong, they knew everything, in fact, and they made sure he knew them too.
Don’t go out without a mentor.
Don’t talk back to your leader or a senior warrior.
Be respectful at a gathering.
Don’t make friends with warriors from other Clans.
Don’t mess up your fur.
Don’t ever slouch.
Don’t waste the medicine cat’s time.
Don’t stay up too late.
Don’t stay up too early.
It was normal for him. For a long time, he thought it was normal for everyone, and that it was making him a better warrior. He didn’t realize until he was in the first moon of training, and away from his parents’ influence, that he was isolated.
‘Don’t mess up your fur’ lead to ‘don’t play messy games’ which lead to Aspenpaw not playing most games with the other kits, even if part of him really wanted to. He had thought that the kits were wrong, but maybe it was him.
He went to bed early and woke up on time, which meant missing out on late-night discussions with his denmates or sneaking out to stargaze.
But none of it really impacted him until they asked to speak to him in private, and brought their Clanmate, Reedcloud, with them. Reedcloud, his old denmate, and apparently his new mate.
His parents seemed proud of themselves for thinking up a solution for Aspenroot’s loneliness, which he had hinted a complaint to them one or two times.
As well, it would supposedly ensure that the family’s blood continued on.
Reedcloud was ecstatic. Of course, she had had a massive crush on Aspenroot since they had been kits. Aspenroot was less than enthused.
How could his parents do this to him? Push this onto him out of nowhere with Reedcloud right there to make it even more awful?
He tried to make it work, to make his parents happy. But Reedcloud was the biggest pain in all the Clans. For one thing, like his parents, she made every decision for him, and for another, she touched him too much.
Aspenroot didn’t know what it was, but he hated the feeling of anyone’s, close or not, bodies on him. A tongue, a small brush of fur, it all made his whole being twinge in discomfort, something he learned as a kit on a visit to the medicine den when the medic had put their paw to his leg.
‘But we’re mates now,’ she would say. That gave her the right. Unless he didn’t love her?
Aspenroot didn’t know what to do or who to go to. No one seemed to see his dilemma. No one but the dream-visitor.
They had come to him soon after Reecloud and Aspenroot had ‘hooked up.’ They didn’t claim to be Starclan, but Aspenroot suspected it. How else would a cat enter his dreams and talk to him in a way that felt way too real and consistent to be just dreams?
At first they lent an ear, which, although simple to most, was the biggest thing to ever happen to Aspenroot. It was the first time ever someone asked how he was feeling, cared what he thought.
Then, more and more, they began adding their own thoughts to his, but not in a way to take over. They didn’t tell him what to do, but gave suggestions that more and more, Aspenroot began to like.
He began avoiding his so-called mate and parents more often, and doing what he wanted to do instead of what they wanted him to do.
He thought it was getting better, until Reedcloud told him that she wanted kits. Kits, which she apparently already talked to his parents about, and they agreed with the idea.
He hated the idea. He was still so young, wasn’t he? But how could he find a way out? Toadtooth told him it was the right thing to do for the Clan by giving more warriors, Sandytail wept that she was worried sick about passing without a grandkit to carry her legacy, and Reedcloud began to question his tomhood. What kind of male didn’t want to so much as nuzzle his mate?
Then came the suggestion. Aspenroot wasn’t sure at first, but by the end of the day, filled with arguments and how he is in the wrong, he was ready to do it.
He lead her out onto the moor, saying how he wanted to discuss the kits, and she eagerly came along. They stopped to where he had left a hare. Sure enough, it attracted a hawk, and sure enough, pushing her in the way, his problem was carried off.
He felt so free. He did it! He did it on his own by his own idea! Sure, the Starclan warrior suggested an out, which he was grateful for, but the method was Aspenroot’s own!
The warrior wondered if it was enough, and Aspenroot agreed. For a while, his parents laid off of him, wanted him time to grieve, but he knew soon enough they would have a new mate ready for him.
The Reedcloud method worked well enough, so he used the same method on his mother-- she was the more overbearing one. The hawk must have been full. It killed her, but didn’t carry her off.
That was perfect for Aspenroot. He used Sandytail’s body to attract another one for Toadtooth.
He was free! At last, free!
And he was free for two whole years before talons dug into his sides and he was lifted into the air.
Additional Information:
--I will probably reveal who the Dark Forest cat was soon, but I want to see who people think it is first, although since they aren’t known yet, I am welcome to your own oc suggestions!
--’Don’t bother the medicine cat’ is a bit hypocritical, since his parents constantly brought Aspenkit over, possibly thinking that he didn’t want to be touched because he was hurt.
--I imagine he actually feels really good in the Dark Forest, as there’s a LOT less judgement on what one does than Starclan has.
--Cat maker: https://meiker.io/play/14330/online.html
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Wondering what I should and want to do with my life
So. That's the burning question right now. What I want to do with my life.
It's all jumbled together so I'll try to make a short list of thoughts. There'll be more to come probably.
I'll start not with the worries, but with the conclusion of all I think about every day on this subject. I am INCREDIBLY lucky in life. The more I see/hear about others, the more striking it is, even if I've realized it for a long time. I have parents who love me and have always taken care of me.
Thanks to them (not nepotism, lol, but they coached me all throughout aaalll the processes and college applications in my education), I'm in a very good uni - the kind where you're expected to do well after, you know?
But I have no fucking clue what I want to do. My degree is a very general one. I ask myself this question every day because every day I am thinking about the need to get more professional experience - internships and apprenticeships - and yet I don't know where to orient myself and (it feels stupid, like most of what i'll say here i guess, but it's true) i'm scared of fucking up. of being disappointed. of REGRETTING. I have seen it a hundred times that i have to try and fail at things and i know in my heart it's true... yet regrets are the thing i fear most in my life. I have always been completely paralyzed in the face of decisions. Which is why it was a godsend that my parents were there for me - but at the same time, i have never learned to trust myself and/or my feelings, and i feel kinda pathetic because of it (the decisions themselves, and the fact that i still cant trust myself, like wtf? i'm an adult but it makes me feel like a teenager still. it makes me angry at myself, and yet I still haven't been able to break that cycle.)
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Bit of a rant post here so bear with me or just ignore it. I just need to put my thoughts out where maybe people can relate so I know I’m not alone in that sense.
It is so isolating being the only queer person in my family. It’s isolating being in my family in general. First it was “no more sleepovers with boys, you guys will have sex” when I was in 6th grade. As if me and my guy friend at the time ever thought of that. All we did was okay legos, play Minecraft, drink Mountain Dew, and watch YouTube or movies. Then when I got outed in 8th or 9th, it was “no more sleepovers with girls too”
I haven’t been able to openly date anyone or hang with friends in years. I had to hide my last relationship from my parents and I felt horrible. I loved my partners. I wanted to parade them around and brag that I had 2, awesome people I was dating. When I dated someone long before them, I was so watched and monitored I couldn’t even truly be me and I felt embarrassed my partner knew my parents were always watching.
I couldn’t even have sleepovers with friends. The last time I had a slumber party was in elementary school. I’m almost 20 years old now. I haven’t gotten to stay up late talking about tiktoks or YouTube iceberg videos or anything with a friend in almost a decade.
I have a lot of friends, sure, but do I ever get to see them outside text messages? No. I’d say I miss a time when I could freely have friends but I honestly don’t remember a time I could. My parents were strict, controlling, and loved to make my friends laugh at my expense.
The last time I hung with friends in high school was with my partners at the time and I hadn’t even known it was a date. I broke the rules and went to hang with them and was so anxious I almost threw up the entire day. Still one of my favorite memories despite how unreasonably afraid I was. I’d gotten grounded from electronics for 1 week and seeing friends for 2 weeks. Totally worth it.
Even now as an adult who can do what I want with my free time, I’m too afraid to hang with friends because of what my parents have been like. I see the shit my younger siblings get to do and get away with and honestly, I’m extremely jealous.
I envy my sister who gets to hang with her besties every other week. Who has the balls to sneak out and make late night memories with them. Who gets to go to school events. Who gets to make plans shorter notice than I could’ve ever done.
I envy my brother who gets to hang with all his friends in the neighborhood. Who gets to make plans during church to hang with a friend right after. Who gets to go to the park nearby with them. Who gets to play kickball in the cul de sac with. Who gets to do fun extracurriculars like flag football and boxing.
I envy the parents my parents are with them. I wish they’d been less controlling over me. I wish they hadn’t instilled so much fear in me that now I don’t even have the balls to maintain friendships outside interacting with them online and over text.
My parents have taught me to be alone and I’ve forced myself to be content with it. To just be like “oh I’m just introverted, I like my me time!”. In reality, I’m so alone. I want to make memories with friends and be able to talk about it, brag about it, post about it.
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*Dick hangs up*
Bruce: Huh.
Duke: Uh oh. What's going on, B?
Bruce: Dick usually says "I love you" when we hang up. And then he sings it and then he whispers it. This time he just said, "gotta go, dad"
Cass: Well, maybe... He's gotta go?
Bruce: Yeah, maybe. It just feels like Dick hasn't been around as much lately. Last week, he only came to four out of seven breakfasts, and he missed bat-equitment maintenance day to, and I quote, "train with Wally." He didn't even come over to watch that other unrelated Wayne family on Family Feud.
Damian: Their performance was- survey says- disgraceful.
Bruce: I mean, I don't want to just throw around the D-word but...
Steph: *Gasp* Dracula disorder?
Bruce: Drifting. As in we're all drifting apart. This was my worry when Dick moved out to Blüdhaven, that we'd see him less and less. And then from there, who knows what would happen?
Jason: oh my god, is it me driving him away? I'm always pestering Dick with annoying questions like "How much do you think your arms weigh? Like if you took them off your body and weighed them separately?"
Tim: *gasp* it could be my fault. The other day, when Dick and I went to the movies, I got a small popcorn to share and he said, "I wish you'd gotten a medium."
Damian: well, I know it's not me. I'm amazing.
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I finally got around to watching Elemental (2023) and I do think those that were describing it as an immigrant story were accurate. It is also a love story, like the marketing said, but you can't disentangle Ember's experience in the story from her family being diaspora.
But what struck me most about the film is that it's one of the only recent pieces of media I've seen, both in Disney and outside of it, that depicts generational trauma in a way that is fundamentally kind to the previous generation (parents, grandparents, etc).
In most other versions of stories like this I've seen lately, for the (immigrant, usually some variety of Asian, and it is clear that the Lumen family is inspired by multiple Asian cultural influences) parents/grandparents, even if we understand why they behave a certain way, it usually frames that generation as restrictive, oppressive, and perhaps even knowingly upsetting the younger generation. And yes, there are parents that do that. I understand the benefit of telling that story.
However, there are also immigrant families like Ember's. Where you have a family that supports you, that treats you kindly. But even still, you carry the weight of what has happened to them, an indebtedness that you can't ever repay. Bernie, Ember's father, doesn't want to force Ember to do anything. But he carries his hopes for her future, and Ember in turn responds by behaving in the way she thinks would make her parents most happy. So though they have this loving dynamic, the conflict is not in their personality, but in that weight they are both carrying. And that is a story I find relatable as an immigrant, and one that I thought was a standout point in this film.
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