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Faith (this can be a real quick thread, just want to establish why he'd run off lol)
Although fully weaned at this point, Wolfkit was extremely jealous of the other younger kits in the nursery. It was only natural. These days he had to pluck his own feathers from fresh-kill. His creamy gold coat - already thick and long, even for a kit - was his responsibility to keep neat and tidy. She even made him clean up after his own messes which just seemed so unfair. All of the other queens did that for their litters but not his mother. Sure, Kissy was always there to help, but it wasn't the same as being looked at after Mistyrose. Her affection was so easily won that it didn't have the same impact.
"Mama!" He groaned, dragging a small robin up to her and throwing it at Mistyrose's feet, "Take the feathers off this for me! Now!" Who taught this little one his manners? Clearly he was lacking. Wolfkit's brilliant galaxy eyes stared down at Mistyrose with tiny twists and mats ringing his face, intentionally put there to see if his mother would do anything about it. He had also clawed at the bird and got blood all over his paws. Wolfkit was looking a mess but, well, it was lazy. The symmetrical matts were easy to untangle and only on his face; likewise, not a speck of blood could be observed on his coat besides on his two front paws. If looks could speak he would be saying 'What are you gonna do now, huh?'
"Are your paws sore? Otherwise you know what to do. You need to be independent Wolfkit, what if one of your older siblings became jealous of all the love I give to you and attempt to murder you? My siblings were not prepared and all were easily slain at my paws. You need to know how to survive, especially because I named you after my sister Wolfkit. She was very nice, but unfortunately, was in my way," Mistyrose said matter of factly, but did compromise cleaning up his face so he could focus on the bird and the blood on his paws. Although cleaning him up made her internally grimace, however previously being a medicine cat she had done far, FAR grosser things. The amount of instances kits had shoved something up their nose was astronomical. Once shoved an entire twig up their nose, that memory would haunt her for the rest of her days like none other.
Wolfkit's fur bristled at the lecture even though he should have been smart enough to see it coming, "As if any of my siblings would even try to murder me, they're not tough enough. We're not tough enough. I mean, really, you expect me to remove all of these feathers by myself? I'm plenty independent but there are some things I'm not big enough to do yet. Like this... and killing in general... and grooming that spot on my back... oh, and burying leftovers..."
The pale gold kit's speech was interrupted by a big super adorable yawn. Wolfkit was tired and hungry which 99% likely to be the reason why he was so fussy. It was too much work for him to have to take apart his prey when he was this exhausted, he'd much rather it be delivered to him in little bite size pieces. Sanguinerose did it for her kits and sometimes Kissy would do it for him... but it wasn't the same as being taken care of by his own mother. He made a pouty face and pushed the bird closer to Mistyrose, "Come on, come on, come on I'm soooo hungry I'm gonna die!"
"You have to bury your leftovers? Huh. Well don't worry about that part," Mistyrose said. She was so used to being a medicine cat in WinterClan and forcing everyone to do everything non medicine cat related for her that she forgot there were things she had to do now. Which she wouldn't do and instead force one of her older kits to do it. Still sh could feel Wolfkit's bratty nature coming from a place of frustration and betrayal. She could recognize he was acting out, but she also knew he was too young to know how to productively place his emotions and kenlt down beside him and his bird, "I think it's important to admit when we're wrong. I shouldn't have weaned you off so fast, the rest of your siblings could clearly handle it, but for some kits it affects them more. I'm sorry I pushed you so hard, Wolfkit. I should have actually listened to how you felt instead of what was best for me. Even knowing this though, it's in my nature to be lazy and if I don't teach you to learn how to rely on yourself, I'll let you down if you rely on me."
Mistyrose placed a paw over the bird and pulled backwards on the feathers tearing a small bit off near the feet, "Just like that, you can do the rest, don't be lazy like I am."
A small part of Wolfkit recognized the truth in his mother's words. He had been the runt of his litter and to this day was smaller than all of the rest of his siblings. He'd been the last to talk, the last to walk, it wasn't due to any lack of intelligence he was just naturally set back. Kissy and some of the other caretakers had babied him because of it although Mistyrose never had. It left a little hole in his heart that he filled with resentment because, honestly, what else could he do? Resolve it in a peaceful conversation? No, he wanted to do things the hard way. He was just a kid with a lot of anger and he hadn't yet figured out how to deal with such emotions.
"I should have, I could have, it doesn't fix nothing!" He hissed, digging his claws into the bird and tearing out just as many feathers as he did flesh. Wolfkit had approached Mistyrose looking for either a fight or for her to literally roll over and beg for his forgiveness. Of course, she was giving him neither. He should had known. She never really gave him what he wanted. The golden tom bent down and picked up the bird by its wing and began to drag it away, "I'm going to go and find someone else out there who really cares about me and will look after me and do everything you were supposed to do! You mean old crow!"
Mistyrose in a rare moment felt bad watching him leave, she was primarily emotionless because she didn't know how to feel but love had never been a stranger of an emotion to her. She remembered loving her parents, her mom talked to her sweeter than anyone ever had and her father was always patient showing her and her sister new battles moves. They were caring and loving, they gave her a wonderful childhood and never once as a kit had she ever felt unloved or in a fit of rage towards them. Wolfkit wasn't in his moody murderous apprentice moons yet and he already hated her, she had failed him and really the reason for it was because she didn't put any effort to love him. Her other kids were like goldfish compared to Wolfkit, but that didn't change that she should have been attentive when she learned he needed more attention. Developmentally and providing him love she had failed in all the ways that kits relied on for parents and while she wasn't big on parenting she did believe in providing the bare minimum. Her tail lowered and ears folded as she walked back to where she had been lying down, she would wait. If he came back to her then she would do better, but if he found another SunClan family then maybe that's what he needed.
