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Nothing brought Dottymask more pride than her kits. When she was pregnant with pure bloods everyone applauded, no one even dared mentioned Enchantedwinter's name. Giving birth was difficult, she intentionally ate prey to fatten up her kits so that the clan could be amazed at their large size. That also meant cramming pain relieving herbs down her throat to get her through the long birthing process, but you can't rush perfection. There was not a single miscarriage, each kit was big... Except for Witheringkit, she was still a pure blood though, but alas, a runt in every litter. She had given her mate what he deserved most, a perfect family, something no one, but her could deliver.
Dottymask purred as Silverfury entered into the den with Enchantedwinter. They had both been given a bad hand in life. Dottymask was tasked with caring for the demons and Silverfury was lowered to being arranged to Enchantedwinter, but this all worked out in their favor. Their family would have more servants than anyone else, they would be more powerful for it.
"Silverfury, will she be able to actually discipline the older kits, I'm worried," Dottymask whispered in her lovers ear softly.
"Enough," Rottenkit said harshly, his amber eyes looking between his siblings, "Try putting yourself in her paws, do you really think you could make mom stop doting over you, cutting you apart until you're perfect even if you tried? And since you couldn't stop her even if you tried then don't you think it would be easier to go along with it then realize the horror show you're in? Just let Dirtykit be..."
If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on Oct 13, 2020 6:46:40 GMT -5
“Your wrong...” Dirtykit replied softly but didn’t argue further, her ears falling back against her head. Momma had promised her that she wouldn’t always be a demon, that she would find a way to help her become normal. That she wasn’t like her siblings, that she loved her. Dirtykit cling to those words, the only hope she had in a rather bleak outlook on life. Swallowing hard, Dirtykit made he way to the entrance of the nursery lowering herself to the ground with head bowed waiting for permission to sleep
Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 19, 2020 14:08:47 GMT -5
"She will now." Maggotkit looked back over his shoulder at the nursery. Dottymask now had some more little ones to "dote" on. Better than her doting on him. Not like she was his mom anyway. He couldn't get that perspective. There was no way out of this blood, he was ready to accept it. "I don't think lying to ourselves is going to save us at all. But fine." Welcome to the family indeed. Maggotkit walked off, leaving the others as he began searching for another hiding spot.
"Silverfury, will she be able to actually discipline the older kits, I'm worried."
Dottymask's words gave him an idea. While Silverfury had intended to let the demons off with a warning - he was in a good mood, after all - he instead decided to put Enchantedwinter up to a test, "Dear," He began, his voice laden with sarcasm, "Take them all out and give them a good beating. You can stop once all of them have stopping whimpering, whining and muttering to one another. They need to re-learn why they aren't supposed to speak unless spoken to first."
He then laid down next to Dottymask, wrapping his tail around her side and protectively around their kits. Seeing that Enchantedwinter had yet to move, he snarled, "Get out!" then began to groom the back of Dottymask's neck. Whispering in her ear now, he said, "So what if the demons overpower her? They both have lessons to learn."
"Pathetic," Sinfulkit spat as Dirtykit cowered by the nursery entrance. She just glared at Rottenkit but decided not to try and argue against him. He was just as bad as Dirtykit was. She moved back to where she had been laying earlier and curled up in a tight ball, trying to block out the rest of the world.
