Lindon looked at his children with the same look he always gave them. It was clear in his gaze that he loved his kittens, but he was a stern man. Perhaps, this was something that he had learned from his sister, Kerrigan, to be a dictator who, although benevolent, had high expectations that were integral not to disappoint. One of his children did a wonderful job of failing to disappoint him. Kya, his daughter, seemed to have all of the qualities that he would want in a daughter: she was smart, lawful, capable. Miles, on the other hand, was less so. Before Ara had passed away, she had warned Lindon not to be too hard on Miles. He had tried to heed her words for the first few moons of his children's lives, but the duo were now four moons old. It was about time that they started to prepare for their next step in their lives.


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Miles hated these trips away from the family den deep into Harlow territory. Part of him wished that BrookClan was like other groups and followed the warrior code. If that was true, his father wouldn't be able to drag him out of camp. He was sure his sister, Kya, didn't feel that way. This was more her cup of tea, learning the Monarchy ropes. Miles had no desire to learn any of it. He'd rather just be a normal cat...