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His neck was strained under the heavy weight of the kittens he carried. They were young, still blind and deaf and new to the world, and light compared to the kits they could be a moon from now. Some of the prey he caught was heavier than the little burden wiggling in his jaws, but he rarely had to carry it so far. And if Reznor-kun was perfectly honest with himself, it wasn’t their weight that bothered him, but the life that filled them. The two kittens in his mouth swayed and mewed and they were so warm, prey was never this fresh and hot. Reznor had to push them away in his mind, had to ignore their little cries, he couldn’t deal with the thought of them being alive right now, nor when he has a job to do.
Finally he arrived at the bush where he’d asked Innocentia to meet him: not too far from the camp, but a great enough distance no one could overhear them. Reznor laid down the pair of kittens gently and took a step back from them, his blue fur fluffed up as he stared into the woods, refusing to look at them. The proxy would be here soon.
Innocentia made her way through the forest clearing over to the bush where they had agreed to meet when she saw the small litter of kits. Reznor-kun wasn't a blue ribbon kit, he was a white ribbon. That was determined the moment she inspected him from birth and decided that he would grow up to be one of the best built of the litter and therefore a better meal. So looking at the kits she didn't exactly put two and two together that this was an offering for her.
"Oh gosh... Are you asking me to raise them? I guess I have time now that younglings are off in their own districts, but I was kind of looking forward to not mothering anymore," Innocentia thought aloud before looking back up at Reznor-kun, "Can't the mom take care of them?"
He didn’t want to think about their mother. He didn’t want to think that these kits might have a family one day, a life, that he was taking from them. He couldn’t, not knowing what he had to do. They were young and small and had done nothing yet, but he had fought to be here.
“When I was born you gave me a white ribbon,” Reznor meowed solemnly. “That’s fine. But now I’m older and I don’t want to be your meal. I think I can be more useful to you.” He bit his lip, then stepped aside and nudged the kits toward her. “I can... I can bring you these instead. You want the blue ribbon’s firstborn, right? So take all of my children. They’re yours. Just spare my life.”
"Hmm," Innocentia said in an unimpressed tone like Reznor had just dropped less than desirable meat in front of her, "Reznor, I didn't give you and your siblings those ribbons randomly. I chose you as white ribbon material because-" She grabbed him by the jaw shoving his face down to her level in almost a bow to her, "your quality of meat is desirable. I could tell from an early age that the skin on your bones would grow plump and healthy, that you would be strong, and healthy. I've been looking forward to a dinner like you for a while now. Your kits, they're a part of you, but are they the best part of you? I don't think so," She said releasing him, "Find a she-cat who's just as tasty as you are Reznor. She should be strong, hopefully have the ability to have some meat on her bones and make sure she comes from a healthy line. Then give that litter to me and hmm... Two more litters after that. So since I want to be semi generous to a clever tom like you I will accept this first litter as payment. But I request two more before you can consider your skin saved and in a blue ribbon."
Reznor's back and shoulders ached from the awkward position, but he remained stiff despite the hatred welling with him. He knew better than to be angry with her, but the bow was humiliating, even if he was still a trainee. Every muscle in his body strained for the moment she would set him free, but when she finally did, he was slow to right himself, a cold sinking feeling in the core of his body slowing his movements. She really wanted him. He thought... he knew that she would want more kits than these two, but he didn't think she would fight so hard to eat him. What made him so special?
"Yeah, okay," he murmured, blinking hard. He sat up and nodded a few times, biting his lower lip to keep it from trembling. He forced his voice to be cold and empty, but his heart was pounding so hard, he was terrified she would see right through it. "I-I can do that. I . . . I know exactly who you want." He had hoped to leave Wintershine out of this, but he couldn't deny she was a strong cat. Of course she'd be dragged in.
