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(So I was thinking since in Sinfulkit and Monsterkit's bio they're both pretty close to Bluejay that in this rp they could both have snuck down to see her. If either of you are uncool with that just let me know and I can totally switch the setting around or if you'd like to opt out that's cool too! ~♥️)
Bluejay wobbled over to the sound of dripping water. The pads of her paws had so much blood that they were now caked in a sickly black color. Howlingnight had scraped off the skin of her paws to keep her from walking or resisting and for a long while that had worked. Now that she learned how to numb her paws in snow they were talking about restraining her further. There wasn't much she could do, she was being left to rot in prison just like her mom had done to her moons ago. Only this time they wanted to take away her ability to move and talk and at that rate it wouldn't be living.
Bluejay stared up at the sky light, if she didn't figure out how to get out soon that would be the fate she was condemned to.
Thanks to his black pelt Monsterkit found it easier to sneak around at night. Not that he really cared if he was caught one way or the other but, it was less of a pain if no one stopped him. Getting into the prison was a bit trickier than he expected but he'd managed. Thouroughly chilled to the bone as snow clung to his rough kitten fluff.
"Bluejay?" he called softly, sniffing the air as he tried to recall his mother's scent. He was ashamed of himself for not being able to recognize it right away, had it really been that long?
"Darkkit?" Bluejay called out, a deep part of her wondering if she had gone insane. She forced herself to hobble closer, but there he was, the one Wintrystar had cruelly named Monsterkit. She almost whimpered at the horrible memory, it was the worse day of her life watching Wintrystar take each kit away from her belly, naming each one with disgusting names.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she embraced him, "My son..." She uttered out, it had been something she wanted to say for a long time. That he was hers, not WinterClan's or Dottymask's or anyone's, "I'm so sorry for everything."
Sinfulkit was the next to appear, her dark blue-black fur the exact same shade as her mother's, the white ruin marks around her mane seemingly glowing in the moonlight. She wasn't known for being the most affectionate kit but no one would have guessed that as she rubbed up against her mother's legs, purrs rumbling deep from within her chest, and tears teasing the corners of her eyes, "Don't apologize for anything, idiot. You've done nothing wrong. It's the stupid gods that everyone worships that have cursed you, not the demon blood. If you stay here, nothing's gonna change. We gotta get you out somehow."
