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(I'll leave this open in case anyone in the Regime wants to discover the kits Rottenfang's secretly been taking care of. Rottenfang is a Scout in the Regime and a new member)
Rottenfang snuck a glance behind him, confirming that no one was following him before approaching the swampy old Survival Clan lands. Hidden behind the waterfall of WaterClan's old camp was the little family he had been secretly looking after, Goslingkit, Meteorkit, and Whisperedkit, or as he liked to call them Ling, Whimp, and Whine, endearingly of course.
"Hey, your big brother picked up some food," Rottenfang called out to the triplets.
He had left WinterClan completely, living in the Regime, but he still didn't trust cats enough to let his siblings live in one of those clans like he did. He couldn't trust his own family either, the only family member he ever trusted was Huntleigh who taught him every bad thing about the Eerie family. There were only a few exceptions and one of those was Commander Shule. However, even if he was distrustful he couldn't couldn't ignore the fact that he needed to learn more about clan life, catch up with the rest of the world before knowing how to approach this new chapter of freedom. But living in the Regime also meant hunger and it meant he couldn't just hoard food for his siblings only so he made sure to catch them fish, a prey item native to this land and not the Regime.
"Here, I'll strip some pieces for you guys and then when you get big long claws you'll be able to strip them into pieces all by yourself," Rottenfang explained, cutting the fish up in equal pieces.
It was particularly hot night so Whimp had been staying close to the waterfalls edge, letting the cool mist trail past her face when she heard her big brother mention food. "Is it frog?" Whimp asked hopefully, but deflated slightly seeing fish.
"Frog is a good snack, not a good meal," Rottenfang teased.
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“It’s fresh right?” Whine asked, not really wanting to eat something that day around too long. After awhile things just started to taste funny. Sniffing the fish he nibbled on one of the pieces. Overall it wasn’t bad but he also wasn’t fully convinced fish was good. The little white tom still didn’t want to upset his brother so he ate it all. Whine really just wanted to please Rotten, he was so cool after all. “Maybe tomorrow I can help you hunt?” He asked, perhaps he could impress his older brother if he caught something.
Ling wasn't drawn to the fresh-kill like her siblings were. Instead her big, watery blue eyes met Rottenfang's and she stumbled then ran over to him, brushing up against his leg and purring up a storm so loud that it was very distracting. She had been absolutely terrified to be left alone without an adult for so long but, the second her big brother had returned, all of that fear turned into relieved happiness.
"Oh Big Brother!" She cried, nuzzling her face into his thick fur coat, "I missed you soooo much! Why didn't you come by sooner? It was so scared!"
"I have to help the Regime everyday," Rottenfang said nuzzling Ling before licking the side of her cheek in a good to see you, kiss. He led her over to the fish with his tail moving along hers, "My best friend Huntleigh was killed when a great battle began. I want to look out for his grandparents, I want them to be taken care of and not down a member. Once I'm sure they can take care of themselves I'll spend all my time with you," Rottenfang promised her, "Now go eat."
"Groups must be a lot of fun, huh big brother?" Whimp asked as she ate one of the strips of fish, her mouth full.
Rottenfang knelt down to Whimp's level cleaning up her face of bits of prey, "The Regime is the only group I've seen that accepts demons, but the rest are monstrous and cruel. Demons like me don't belong in places like that, that's why I can't stay there forever. But you're both honorary demons so we're our own group."
"Oh, okay. That's very nice of you to look after them since Huntleigh's gone."
Ling didn't think very deeply on what Rottenfang said. She was young, innocent and extremely trusting, so of course she'd accept everything he had to say at face value. She trotted alongside her brother's side to the fish and began to tear at little strips of it while he engaged with Whimp.
The taste was... different, but she was hungry and viewed it as a gift from Rottenfang, so she ate her share without complaint.
"If you can't stay in the Regime forever, then where will we go next?" She asked after she finished, her head cocked.
"Here seems nice," Rottenfang said encouragingly, "We can just live behind this waterfall together, it's spacious and hidden. We can hunt fish, frogs, turtles, tall birds and we can play in the water too. There's a lot of fun we can have here because by the time I leave the Regime you'll both be old enough to hunt for all three of us. We won't have to depend on the Regime forever," He promised them.
"Just remember the rules, we're demons so we keep the rotten names we have with pride. We don't speak to cats, only other demons. And we stick together as a family, we don't run off to other groups or clans. My place in the Regime is only temporary due to the great favor I owe to a cat who saved my life multiple times. It's rare to find a cat with a compassionate soul like his. But when you're done eating we can all head to bed."
Whimp let out a yawn finishing the last bits of her food, "I think it would be fun to be in a group though, then I could play with even more kits."
Ling was not satisfied by what Rottenfang had said. The waterfall just did not feel like home to her. The humidity made the air heavy and frizzed out her pelt. She could swim to cool off but she wasn't a strong swimmer to begin with and it took hours to dry out her pelt afterward, which was miserable in its own right. She didn't care much for the food either.
Ling didn't mind being here when she thought it was temporary, but to say she was crestfallen now was an understatement. It read clear on her face and finally she spoke up in agreement with her sister, "I agree with Whimp. I miss living in a group, it's nice to have so many other cats around, even if you're a demon. W-we don't need to get the best nest or food or anything like that though!"
Rottenfang nuzzled each of the kits, "None of that matters because what's important is that we're safe, but most of all together. We can't have both if we go live among the clan warriors." He rubbed the top of his chewed up tail, "Trust me I know..."
Whirling back around to face them with a kind smile he gingerly nudged each of them with his paw, "let's head to bed after you're done. You can do all your daydreaming there too," He purred teasingly.
Whimp let out another yawn, "But, I'm not even tired."
