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The charcoal Bengal waited in the Gathering place for his brother to arrive. It had been a moon or two since they last spoke, and for good reason. WinterClan's exit at the last Gathering made him cautious to leave the territory, let alone associate with a cat from another Clan. But times seemed to make the old wounds stale, so now he waited to see if his half brother would arrive.
"I need you to answer honestly." He'd crept up behind on silent feet. Crow would be lying if he claimed to not have been avoiding the border like the plague. He could convince himself that things were so turbulent in his life right now---the aftermath of Goldenshadow, raising his kits, becoming deputy all of a sudden---but things were not so black and white. The revelation of how deep WinterClan's cruelty ran was hard to swallow, harder still that he knew just what it felt like to be at the mercy of Agonywail. "Did you do it too? Hurt those cats? Those...demon children?" However strong the sour taste in his mouth was, he needed to know, staring into eyes so similar to his own with a quaking desperation.
Perhaps time couldn't heal this wound... but some stone cold logic and reasoning could. He turned to face his brother. "I have put them in their place, yes." He had heard of cats who had discussed this with outsiders. They never understood the danger that the demon children posed to everyone, let alone the just action WinterClan had to take to make sure they never harmed anyone. "But you have to understand something Crow. They aren't like you and I. They are demons, born of a creation of the Sun God. They could have been more dangerous than you or I could even imagine." He paused. "We weren't alive then, but two cats just like them nearly tore apart the forest clans. There are eight demon spawn. Eight. Imagine what they could do."
He winced as if physically stricken. "Kvalun." He searched his brother's gaze and found only resolution. No regret, no remorse. "By SunClan standards I'm a curse. I was just a kit. They were just kits, and they didn't have to grow up to be demons. They didn't deserve that, can't you see? I hate the Sun God just as much as the next cat, but kits... Kits deserve to be loved and protected, not abused for something they didn't choose. If they become what you call them, demons, it won't be because of their bloodline. It'll be because of cats like you." Crow had experienced it himself firsthand; not physical abuse, but solitude and disgust in spades, avoided at every cost by his supposed clanmates even before he understood why.
