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Rottenkit licked his lips as he peered into the nursery with a pleading stare. His entire body was shivering from the cold, his tail aching.
From the moment he opened his eyes life was never handed to him or his siblings. He was too young to eat hard foods so he still relied on his mother, Dottymask for milk, but her love was not limitless. She would frequently want to sleep or simply not want to be bothered by kittens. Today they learned the hard lesson of what would happen if they begged too much. Dottymask had held each of his littermates down and bit their tail, hard, before sending them crying outside of the nursery.
He didn't want to show it, but his eyes were still teary from the stinging feeling on his tail. He wanted to go back into the nursery, but he was afraid to go back in without permission, but his paws were going to freeze off he stood in the snow any longer.
"My paws are so cold that they hurt," Rottenkit whined before pausing. He really should stop whining, if he did it too close to Dottymask she might use her claws next time.
Brokenkit sat beside her brother with a scowl on her face, her tail curled around her stubby legs and tucked between them as if she was trying to shelter it. Her limbs were begining to numb from the cold, but the stinging in her tail only seemed to grow worse. "Why did she do that when she could have just told us." She kept her voice low, while upset she didn't dare risk raising her voice in case the queen was in ear shot.
If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on Aug 12, 2020 19:57:35 GMT -5
Dirtykit sat away from her siblings, staring down at her paws that were growing colder and colder as the snow began to wash off some of the dirt that encrusted her paws. Her tail was aching, but unlike the others she didn't feel so entitled to the food "We should be grateful that she will even feed us at all" she murmured, feeling guilty for asking the queen for more.
"But the --- other queens --- don't treat their --- kits --- like that," Sinfulkit growled between mouthfuls of her own fur. She was grooming her tail where Dottymask had bit it, she was huge for her age which give the queen more surface area to pinch. She then abruptly got back on all four and glared at the nursery for a full fifteen seconds. Suddenly she lifted her paw up to her eye, pulling one side of her face downward, and stuck her tongue out, "I hope you die cold and alone with an empty stomach, meanie!" But Sinfulkit's voice wasn't loud, it wouldn't carry. She was more outspoken than most of her siblings but she wasn't totally stupid.
Nobodykit scoffed at his sister's words as he glared at Dottymask. "Yeah, right, Dirtykit. We should be grateful for something she's supposed to be doing if she's our mother?" he said loud enough for everyone, including their mother to hear. His tail stung, but it was nothing compared to his strong dislike of his mother. Hearing Sinfulkit's words, he couldn't have agreed more with her. He didn't like his mother and it showed; he was a problem child. Dottymask must not have realized it yet, but the more she punished him, the more she fueled his distaste for authority.
Post by Flurryofstars on Aug 12, 2020 22:46:30 GMT -5
“If she dies cold and alone, then we won’t have any more milk,” Fallenkit murmured from where she lay curled in a ball. Her tail was still sore, but her feelings hurt more from their mother’s harshness. Sighing, she looked away from Sinfulkit. “Maybe she’s just tired... There are a lot of us.” A cold wind ruffled her fur and she hid her head under her paws with a startled squeal.
"She'll hear you at this rate, Nobodykit." Sinfulkit scolded, booping her brother on the top of the head, but she didn't seem too upset about being discovered. Her tail could take another nip. She then turned her odd-eyed gaze to Fallenkit, "Anyway, we don't have any milk right now, so I don't see that as much of a change. We'll be fine. Yesterday I ate half a mouse!" An exaggeration to be sure, but it wasn't totally a lie, she really had eaten some mouse. When she heard her sister squeal, Sinfulkit stepped in front of the wind to block it, pursing her lips when she did so, "If your cry every time it's cold, your Warrior name is bound to be Fallentears. You're tougher than that."
The tom rolled his eyes. "That's the point," he mumbled under his breath before getting up to find a more quiet spot to lay down, away from his siblings. He was slowly getting tired. His eyes felt heavier, and his neck refused to hold his head up, no matter how hard he tried. Maybe it was what little milk he got earlier doing that to him. He cursed Dottymask; he didn't want to sleep just yet.
Brokenkit looked at each of her siblings, all cold and some still hungry, what fate had been laid out for them? Excuses could be made for the queens behavior, bit none of them mattered, whether Dottymask was alive or dead they seemed to be doomed either way. "If she wont let us back into the nursery then I'm going to look around! I'll at least have some choice in where I'll freeze." With that said the she-cat stood up, giving her littermates one more glance over. "Anyone wanna come with me?"
A long shadow cast over the kits as Howlingnight strode closer towards them. He towered over every warrior in WinterClan, rumor had it he was set to be Wintrystar's mate any day now. His eyes were such a cold shade of blue they almost appeared white. In this instance is frost colored eyes stared daggers through the kits like he was analyzing if they were actual kits or prey.
When his head moved to the nursery, it was clear he was putting two and two together. "You're all old enough to understand how you're treated is unfair," He began, his voice was authoritative, judgmental even, it could cut through any chorus of voices like claws. "It's time someone shows you why," He said and with that he turned, his black grey ringed tail motioning for the kits to follow him.
Rottenkit stared up at Howlingnight, he had to tilt his head back just to meet his eyes. There was a hollowness in them, like most WinterClan cats he couldn't spot the emotion, like they repressed it. He wondered if someday WinterClan would take the light out of his eyes too. Warily he watched as Howlingnight walked away, afraid he would turn to the forest where there was more snow, but instead he walked further into camp, to the parts he'd never explored. Maybe he was taking them to a den they could huddle up inside! The notion of getting stabbed in the back wasn't yet a notion he considered at this age, no one, but his mother had done so. For whatever reason he felt that rule only applied with parents.
"I bet he's taking us to a den and oh, maybe they'll be food too. Sinfulkit just said she ate half a mouse, maybe the rest of us can too," Rottenkit said encouragingly. When everything really was, undeniably hopeless respect and optimism was about all he had left and if he didn't have it he was broke.
Post by Flurryofstars on Aug 13, 2020 14:29:52 GMT -5
Fallenkit peered up at Sinfulkit, surprised that she was blocking some of the wind for her. Maybe she was overreacting, though she really did think her paws would freeze off any second. "I'll have a prettier name than that!" she retorted while reluctantly standing. "And I'm not crying..." Her words trailed off as the large warrior approached them. What he said didn't make any sense to her, but she was curious to find out what he meant. "You really think he's going to feed us?" she asked Rottenkit, with hope glinting in her ill-matched eyes. Soullesskit seemed to think so too.
"I think there's a better chance that he'll feed us than mom would," Rottenkit reasoned. Any chance he got of anything being even a little bit better than his life already was he would take it in a heartbeat. He was tired of being hungry, tired, cold, and shamed for wanting more. At least he hoped he was right, he felt entitled to more, but maybe Dottymask was right, he was just being greedy wanting more.
Rottenkit followed after the large black warrior, glancing behind himself to see if any of his siblings were following or if it would be just him.
Sinfulkit followed more out of curiosity of what Howlingnight was going to show him than anything else. She had been among the first in her litter to give up on nearly all the adults in WinterClan, save for Snakefang, and didn't expect Howlingnight to treat them well. What did he have to gain from it?
She caught up to Rottenkit fairly quickly, "I wouldn't bet on it, brother, but it would be nice for your optimism to pay off for once."
Brokenkit turned to the large tom, pausing in her decision to go explore. She was curious of what he had to show them but her trust of others was nothing to brag about and so she hesitated, watching as Rottenkit and Sinfulkit followed without much question. "W-wait!" She called, running quickly to join them, it would be fine because they were together, she repeated it in her head over and over.
"I think if he was going to feed us he would have brought the food instead of taking us to it." She commented on her brothers words.
Rottenkit's tail drooped, his sisters were probably right, why wouldn't the tom just bring them food. Maybe he was going to make them catch their own, but his paws were so numb he wasn't sure if he could handle it. His tail lifted when they neared a tunnel entrance, at least it would be warm. Plus they had an adults permission, which meant Dottymask wasn't allowed to get mad at them for running off!
Howlingnight led the way, the tunnel was very steep, but with a bit of guidance the kits were led to the bottom of the deep tunnel into a pit. Lying almost right at the entrance was a she-cat, she had black fur with lunar rune striped markings and misty greys coating her face and front half of her body. Nestled beside her was a tiny kit, smaller than any of the other kits. The she-cats muzzle was trapped shut with vines and the pads of her paws were caked in blood, they looked skinned.
"This is your brother Maggotkit," Howlingnight introduced before picking up Maggotkit and placing him down a few squirrel lengths from his mothers side. He did this regularly anytime he entered the den. Not to be particularly mean, but to force Maggotkit to use his muscles and get up and walk. "And this she-cat is your real biological mother. She's a prisoner here, because your mothers a demon, a creation of the Sun God sent down to cause chaos and she did for years. Now she's getting what she deserves. You all had to pay for her burdens too, that's why you're named the way you are. That's why you're treated the way you are, because you're destined to grow up as cruel as she is. WinterClan's the only clan in this entire forest that will ever take mercy on demons like you, just remember that. That's why I've brought you here, Dottymask is being harsh making you all shiver and beg for food, here you can have the choice. Stay down here like the demons you are, but have food and shelter or suffer through your life up in WinterClan, but be rewarded with freedom and a promise at becoming a warrior."
Bluejay glared at Howlingnight, she attempted to take the muzzle off, to say something, anything, but the moment the pad of her paw touched the vine pain roared through her. She hissed sharply through her muzzle placing her paws back down, knowing she wasn't exactly selling herself well with bloody paws, wearing a muzzle, likely looking like a vicious murderer. He hadn't even mentioned her name to the kits, in fact she wasn't even facing them to be able to see their faces, that was the worst part. Her gaze flicked over to Maggotkit, who she called, Tundrakit. She wanted to bring him back over to her, wanted to tell her kits that if they were hungry that they could share with Tundrakit, but couldn't. They took her voice, it was the worse thing anyone could rob from her.
Dirtykit had followed the others with her tail drooped and head low, but scrambled backwards at the sight of the she-cat fighting against her binds. The sight was horrifying, not only because of how she was being detained but the whole set up. She was shaking, her eyes wide with fight, every time she tried to speak it was like her throat was sticking together and only a harsh whisper came out... They were demons? All the harsh treatment began to make sense, and she couldn't help but feel like perhaps it was what they deserved after all.
Post by Flurryofstars on Aug 30, 2020 3:31:07 GMT -5
Fallenkit had trailed behind her siblings with very little interest in following the warrior, and as they entered the tunnel she wished she'd chosen to stay behind. The sight of their "mother" or "demon" was horrifying. The way she was being kept down here was awful and with a brother she'd never known about too. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes as she took a shaky step back. She couldn't live here like this and hearing a way out, no matter how poor, was enough hope for her to cling to. "I- I can't," the words tore from her mouth in a choked gasp. "I want to leave." No matter how cruel Dottymask could be, that was the mother she knew and Fallenkit wanted to become a warrior like all the other kits in the nursery would become.
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 3, 2020 15:30:02 GMT -5
Little claw marks had tried to take the muzzle off of his mom, but with no success. Even this basic use of his muscles was pathetic. Tundrakit was too young to remember being thrown by Wintrystar, but it set him back. A lot. Now he wasn't getting much milk from Bluejay, his growth stunted even more. There were few moments of peace, a squeak escaping him as Howlingnight pulled him away from her once again. The little white kit didn't even acknowledge his other siblings, he just wanted to get back to his mother. But watching him walk, if you could call it that, was a pathetic display. No, it was more of a waddle, more like he was dragging himself. Tundrakit didn't even have the energy to stand, panting even after only moving a few tiny steps. "It's..." His voice cracked, dry and wispy like he hadn't drank in days. It was determined though, as he pulled himself closer to Bluejay. "...Tundrakit."
Sinfulkit was not sure what she had been expecting when Howlingnight lead them to the prison, but this was far from it. Her whole life she'd been told that the cats in the prisons were lower than dirt, the worst of the worst, and that they were being shown mercy by being allowed to keep their lives at all. But this? This... the cat in front of her and the kit now struggling to crawl across to cold stone ground, this didn't seem like mercy. Or even like justice. And she reached this conclusion even before Howlingnight called her a demon and explained that she was her mother, which she didn't really hear, too angered by the scene to give herself time to process what that meant.
Her shock waning, Sinfulkit's fur began to bristle and a low growl escaped from her throat. It was primal, seemed too mature for a kit, but she was among the largest in her litter and her massive paws promised that she had a lot more growing yet to do. The dark furred she-cat looked up to Howlingnight glaring daggers with her odd eyes, a look he likely had grown used to from Bluejay herself, she and Sinfulkit shared a great likeness from their facial structure to the rune marks, "This is cruel," She said bluntly.
Rottenkit sat down, staring at the she-cat in front of them. So this was why they weren't treated like the other kits in the nursery? They were all demons and everyone except for them knew it. He wanted to tell Howlingnight off, sarcastically state that it seemed like a better life than the one he was living, but he couldn't bring himself to do so. They had a brother locked up down here, clearly they weren't afraid to lock up young demons like themselves. Plus looking at Bluejay he couldn't help, but wonder if Howlingnight wouldn't hesitate to do the same to him or any of his siblings. What was keeping him from doing it now? He swallowed his saliva leaving his throat burning from lack of water, the cold dry air sucking his throat dry.
Howlingnight looked content with the kits reactions all until Sinfulkit spoke. "Cruel? I would say this is outright sadistic, but I appreciate the pleasantry," He said stepping towards her, his cold blue eyes looked devoid of anything, they stared right through her like she were nothing. His claws reached out to grab her face, it was almost hard for anyone to pry their eyes off the moment so much so most wouldn't have noticed another cat entering the prison. Howlingnight's paw was gripped before they had the chance to touch Sinfulkit.
Dottymask stood over Sinfulkit, her glaring yellow eyes burning right through the sockets of Howlingnight's cold gaze, "Don't you daretouchher," She hissed, "I don't whip my kits tails because they're demons, but because they're sinners. Don't think I won't do the same to you if you ever bring them back down here. I am their mother and they will be raised to be honorable, proud warriors even if I have to beat it into them. Because I'd rather be dead than to see them wind up like their mother, I won't let it happen," Dottymask said, but for as strong as her gaze was tears rose thick in her eyes. She pulled Sinfulkit away from the warrior. She kept her eyes locked on the warrior, but asked her kits, "Are you alright, did he hurt you?"
Suddenly something new came over Rottenkit, "He threw me to the ground mommy," He sniffled. A lie, "And I think he hurt some of you guys too, right?" He said, mocking his best helpless tone, one that he didn't even know that all those years of being the victim was helping him prepare for.
