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Kasdeya-chan exited the den slowly, sinking into a deep stretch, her mottled fur ruffled from sleep. The morning was young, and the wind was somewhat frigid. It seemed to be quiet, which was how the she-kit preferred it, but she knew the peace wouldn't last long.
She was woken by a voice growling in the back of her mind, telling the young kit that she needed to learn to get up early if she wanted to accomplish anything. Mismatched eyes blinked open slowly, a paw absently moving to brush at one ear. Corax-chan was slowly learning that covering her ears wouldn't block out the voice, but it was still a habit in an attempt to ignore it. A habit that only earned her a sneering hiss. She was awake now, though, and she carefully extracted herself from her littermates and mother before she slipped out into the ruins. She blearily scanned the clearing, her gaze eventually landing on Kasdeya-chan. Curiosity crossed her face for a moment - she didn't expect another cat her age to be up early at all - before she trotted over to the other she-cat. "Hey, did something wake you up?" she asked, slowing to a stop a tail-length or so away. A safe enough distance, she thought, in case Kasdeya decided she really didn't want to talk.
"No." Kasdeya-chan's answer was short and clipped, and she turned her own eyes to Corax-chan, surprised to see another pair of mismatched ones. It annoyed her- she thought herself unique in at least that aspect. It was true that nothing had woken her up- it was hard to stay warm when she had no one to sleep with, so sometimes the chill drew her out of then den, if only to move around and get her heat up. "Why are you up?"
When Kasdeya-chan didn't show any initial sign at aggression, Corax-chan plopped down with one hindleg scratching at her ear. Another habit she didn't care to break. She paused a moment when she was questioned, considering briefly on telling the other youngling the real reason she was awake. But she knew from the strange looks her own mother had given her when she spoke of her occupied mind that Kasdeya likely wouldn't react very well. For once the voice was more than a hindrance, however, and after her brief hesitation she echoed, "Oh, waking up early gives me time without my ma hanging over me." Not exactly the sort of response she felt she'd usually give, but it sounded believable enough.
"Must be awful." Kasdeya-chan stated flatly, though she sounded not at all sympathetic. It was hard for her to pity Corax-chan for having a mother, when Kasdeya slept alone in a pitiful moss nest. She turned away again, glancing at the lightening sky. Her mottled white and brown fur twitched against the cold. "How old are you?" She asked, wondering if they'd train together when she was promoted in a moon.
Her lip curled not by her own control, the words, "What's your problem?" slipping out before she could swallow them. The voice not liking the flat response the youngling gave. Corax-chan gave a sharp shake of her head a moment later, though, like she was trying to chase away a fly, before she turned her ears back and meowed a low, "Ah, sorry, I don't think I slept too good last night. I just mean, uh..." she trailed off into barely-intelligible mumbling, unable to think of an excuse for her reaction. She hoped she'd be able to brush it all off as she focused on Kasdeya-chan's question, ears pricking up and head snapping back from the slightly lowered position it had been in a moment ago. "Oh, I'm just about two moons," she meowed in response. "I'm not too old yet, but ma says it won't be too long before I'll become a trainee."
Besides a scoff, Kasdeya-chan didn't react to the she-kits outburst. "You're young. I'm almost six moons, I'll be promoted in a week or two." She tossed her head slightly as she spoke, turning her gaze back onto the youngling. "Are you scared to start training?" Kasdeya-chan asked Corax-chan, tilting her head. The question wasn't quite friendly, but it wasn't as snarky as her usual tone.
Six moons? That seemed so far away. Did her mother just think her kits wouldn't have to wait as long before becoming trainees? Honestly, Corax-chan wouldn't be surprised if that were the case. At least dwelling on the thought forced down the growl that rose up from the voice before it could echo in her own throat. Her gaze had grown a little distant before she was questioned, though she stared silently at Kasdeya-chan for several seconds before working out an answer. Was she? She knew the answer, deep down, despite the sharp order to keep quiet in the back of her mind. Despite the command, however, Corax-chan gave a small shrug as she replied, "I dunno. It seems... dangerous to be a trainee. I don't really have any choice to not go through training, though."
"That's true." Kasdeya-chan relented, shrugging her delicate shoulders. She found her bad mood ebbing away the longer she spoke to the other youngling. She seemed harmless enough, so Kasdeya stayed. "It is dangerous, though. Living in this group is dangerous. Unless you'd rather risk leaving and be executed." This was a sore spot for her- her parents had been killed for deserting before Kasdeya-chan could remember them. It wasn't like Corax-chan could know this, though.
Her fur fluffed out in alarm at the mention of leaving the League. In part because the thought of execution, especially her own, terrified her. In part because of the venomous, 'Never,' hissed in her ear at the mention, a warning and threat mixed all into one word. The voice would make sure she suffered, probably even after she died, if she tried leaving Primal Instinct. "I don't think I'd ever wanna leave like that. Sounds even more dangerous than staying part of the group." They spoke in a low voice, almost like they were telling a secret, an edge of fear to their words. She didn't even want to think of the punishment she might face if she were to desert. As she thought about it, though, she wasn't really sure who's claws scared her more.
