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Driscal woke with a jolt, his heart pounded. For the passed moon he had been having nightmares. His head was throbbing and his nest suddenly didnt feel confortable anymore. He slipped out to the isle, and glanced out toward the incoming tides. He narrowed his fireball eyes and wrapped his tail around his paws, staring into the waves.
She was slowly turning to become a more nocturnal creature, in part to avoid her hovering mother and in part on the urging of her ever-present companion. Her pitch-black pelt was born for the night and the little youngling would be foolish to not take every advantage she could in a place like the League. Regardless of why she spent more and more time awake when much of the group slept, she was up now, mouth gaping wide in a yawn as she padded on light paws down to the Isle's shore. She had already stepped from the undergrowth by the time she noticed another cat having beat her to the shore, but she only hesitated a moment before padding down until she sat only a few tail-lengths with a brief, "Hey, there." There wasn't so much as a flicker of recognition in her mismatched eyes as she glanced towards the much older, much bigger tom. Her mother had never mentioned much of anything about her father in the past after all, so for all Corax-chan knew he was just another Leaguemate.
Driscal looked at his daughter. He knew that they were his kits but he wasnt prepared to be a father and therefore, refused to be the fatherly figure they needed. His fireball eyes seemed to have a glow in the dim light as he watched her approached. "Hello" he mewed simply, unsure of what to actually say.
A small smile crossed the kitten's face at his response, though only a moment later it dropped from her expression. Kindness is only weakness, the voice in the back of her mind reminded her. One paw lifting up to rub at an eye, she asked in a sleepy voice, "What's got you up right now? Do ya just like watching the waves or something?"
"Sure. Something like that" he answered her, pulling his gaze back to the waves. "Why are you up?" He should be the one asking the youngling why she was up and out, not the other way around.
So many cats asked the same question of her. She supposed, with her youth, she shouldn't be surprised. If only everyone knew the real reason why. She didn't dare admit about the voice that wouldn't leave her alone, though. Corvus had acted strangely enough when she let it slip in the past. Mismatched eyes shifted to look just past Driscal, the young she-kit thinking for a few moments before she replied, "I like getting up real early. It's harder to see me when it's dark, and my ma's asleep still so she isn't hovering over me when I'm awake at night."
Driscal looked at her, his expression serious. "Your lying" he eventually said. "If you were telling me the truth, you wouldnt have hesitated. But if you dont want to tell me, fine. But lie to my face? Your lucky I take lightly to kits."
She stared up at him at his accusation, mouth half-open with a retort building up on the tip of her tongue, a retort added onto by the voice. It stayed unspoken, though, when the older tom went on. She closed her mouth with a snap, not wanting anything to potentially slip out, as her attention shifted down to her paws. Her claws dug into the ground beneath her as she mumbled, "You wouldn't like the real reason anyways. My ma sure didn't..." It was only after she spoke that she realized, with a softly-growled reprimand, that her words likely would only invite questions. At the moment, though, she didn't really care. Most cats usually accepted her excuse. Why couldn't he have done the same, even if only for pretend.
One paw scuffed absently against the ground as she considered telling him. Surely it couldn't really hurt, right? She opened her mouth to admit the reason, but the words that came weren't her own. "I don't need to tell you anything," the youngling growled, the voice taking matters into her own paws. Corax-chan wanted to apologize for the outburst, a reaction almost instinctive for her at this point, but the voice kept her mouth firmly shut. Only glared at Driscal from the corner of her eyes.
She hopped up onto her paws as he turned away, walking to stand in front of him and rearing onto her hind legs to try to block his line of sight. "No. Ya gotta tell me," she huffed, ears turned back against her head. "What makes you say I'm like my ma?"
"You just act like your mother. She is my league-mate, I should know. End of story." he tried to defend himself. He didn't want Corvus to be mad at him for telling their kits the truth.
"No I don't," she mumbled as she dropped back onto all fours. To Corax-chan, she really didn't want to act just like her mother. Corvus was always hovering just over her kits' shoulders whenever she could, and she knew her mother tended to be just as aggressive to everyone else as the rest of the League was. She didn't want to be like that.
"I just wanna be my own cat 's all." The response was delayed, like she had to think it up on the spot, which in a way she did. Or well, at least, the voice had to think it up. It sure wouldn't sound good for her if she admitted she just didn't want to end up mean like how her mother and so many other League cats were. As the voice reminded her, mean was the best way to survive in Primal Instinct.
"You can be your own cat. Just because you remind me of your mother, doesnt mean you arent your own cat." He answered, feeling a little sick at how fatherly he was toward his daughter.
"I don't think anyone else thinks that..." she muttered, kicking at the ground with one paw. "She definitely doesn't think that. I'm just supposed ta 'carry on the bloodline' or whatever." Her voice progressively got quieter and quieter as she talked, not quite certain why she was being this open about her thoughts with the tom. She certainly felt like he wouldn't judge her opinions like her mother inevitably would if she voiced them around her, but she wasn't entirely certain why she felt that. Maybe it was just because he hadn't told her to shut up and leave him alone like a lot of older cats did.
