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Brokenkit had followed the warrior into the musty place where they kept Bluejay, she had froze in her place as soon as her eyes connected with the she-cat that was their birth mother. It was a horrific sight for any cat to see let alone a group of young kits, a sight that surely would leave some with nightmares for the next moon. It took everything in her to tare her gaze away when Dottymask appeared, the queens rigid voice just barely registering in her ears. She stared at Howlingnight and the Dottymask as anger bubbled in her belly, her claws sliding out, they all knew about this, her and her siblings were demons, worthless in the eyes of everyone in Winterclan so why did they keep them. "If we are Demons like her then why aren't we suffering the same fate? You all hate us anyway, why bother with us." Rage dripped from every word.
Nobodykit, for once, didn't know what to say. This was all too much for him - experiencing Howlingkit's coldness toward them, Dottymask's protectiveness, and seeing his real mother for the first time. He was too mixed about what he should be feeling to move or do anything. But one question did come to the forefront of his mind: who was their real dad? Looking between his true mother and the two other adults, he asked the question out loud. "W-who is my - I mean, our real dad?"
He had only been away for a short time, but the scent of something familiar grew stronger as he returned to the prison. Hearing voices, young and older, coming from Bluejay's cell caused him to quicken his pace toward it. What he saw when he had reached it, caused him to pause for a moment. He had only really seen them when they were first born but, after that, he hadn't seen much of them. He had only heard that a queen, Dottymask, would be taking care of them. He was relieved to see that they were okay, but he frowned every time he saw Bluejay and Tundrakit, wishing better for them. He couldn't do anything in his position. But what really caught his attention were the two adults that were occupying the space as well. "What are you doing down here?" he questioned, "You know you're not to be here."
Sinfulkit was deeply unnerved as she stared down Howlingnight. Her flurry blue-black fur was standing on end up she had not hissed or backed away, she was standing her ground, waiting, just waiting for him to touch her.
If he touches me I'm going to rip out his throat.
It was quite the dark thought for a kit, but she was supposed to be a demon, right? Maybe she should act like one, be what they say she is, at least then she'd be able to understand why she was punished so. But before she had the chance, the familiar scent of Dottymask met her nose and for some reason it did calm her down. She hated the queen, but she was their mom, the only mom that they really knew.
When Dottymask picked her up, she struggling for only a second before going limp, not buying her argument much but finding it more pleasing that whatever fox-dung that Howlingnight was spouting, "I'm fine." She grumbled just before Rottenkit spoke up and weaved his little lie. She smirked. Her brother seemed to be buying the same thing that she was, so she figured she may as well join in, "That's right, mommy, I saw him do it."
