Leopardcrest, she 29 moons Leopardcrest was chosen for a destiny she didn’t want to follow. She didn’t want to be special. She didn’t want to be a monster. It was too late for her though. “Frost crowns the leopards path, the stars will rise or burn in her shadow.” Why should she follow a destiny she didn’t choose? Leopardcrest was furious. Furious that she was thrown into special treatment from StarClan, furious that nobody told her until she was 16 moons of age. So she revolted Leopardcrest learned to enter the dream realm, and dragged cats into nightmares. She broke her clanmates, leaving them physically unharmed but emotionally destroyed. “Your mentor told me he didn’t want you to be a warrior, he said you weren’t good enough.” “You aren’t even good enough for me to look at.” “You’re the low others fear to reach.” They thought she would save them, but instead she destroyed them. Medicine cats guided her but their motions were vain. She was appointed deputy because she was their “savior.” “When has StarClan ever saved anyone?” She asked. She was full of so much anger, but was so meticulous when releasing it. Calculating and strategic, if only she had used it for the greater good. By her 20th moon she made her clan suffer as she had, but in turn she started receiving visions of StarClan. “I wasn’t born to destroy, they made me like this.” She turned StarClans word against them. She was a cataclysmic force, using violence as a weapon of meaning. She’s not a berserker, she’s a surgical blade striking where it hurts most. She sabotaged border patrols, cats disappearing in the border skirmishes she organized. Cats start accusing one another, trust crumbling, leopardcrest is clean. She stages deaths as training accidents, or tests of loyalty. Young cats fear her, some admire of her. She stalks her victims emotionally. “You could’ve saved him if you were faster. You could have saved him if you were stronger.” Leopardcrest? She lets it happen. She doesn’t jump in to stop two cats who are battling to the bone. She taints catnip with yew berry seeds. Then she calls together a clan meeting. Leopardcrest’s voice is calm, but every word cuts like ice, “Look at yourselves. Ghosts clinging to shadows. You pray to stars that turned their backs the moment we needed them most. You beg for guidance from dead cats who watch and do nothing.” She steps forward, slow and deliberate. “The warrior code? A chain around your necks. A cage for your spirits. You call this honor? Blind obedience to whispers from beyond the grave?” Her gaze sweeps the circle. “I gave you choice. I offered you freedom from fate, from fear. Yet here you stand, trembling in your stubborn faith, waiting for a savior who will never come.” She pauses, voice dropping to a whisper thick with menace. “But I will give you one last chance.” Leopardcrest’s eyes flash. “Abandon the stars. Let go of the chains. Join me, and together we will forge a new path — one ruled by strength, by truth, by those who live.” She bares her teeth slightly. “Or refuse… and I will end every last one of you myself.” Her voice hardens. “There is no place for ghosts in the world I am building. Only those willing to fight for their own destiny.” She looks each cat in the eye — waiting. The clearing holds its breath. The choice is theirs. The future — hers. She died of green cough at the age of 32. She had tainted all of the catnip, and it went to snap her. She ate her own venom, suffering more through yew berry poisoning then actual green cough.
(Only one thing I’m too lazy to make any more) Songs James- MGMT My Love Mine All Mine- Mitski Note Ok look I did not mean to end it this way. I am lazy. I realize that now sigh. Originally this was just a bit of notes so I’d be able to keep track of the story. This is leopardcrest, she was our antagonist. Part one: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1207502141/
