TW: SEVERE gore, death, and abuse in the following post, read with caution
Part 1
A kitten, about four moons old, already in the process of experiencing anything but what a kit should be. She cried as her mother told her a story, the story of how father died. Her mother hadn’t let her and her sister forget why he died. She told the story of his bravery when he gave up his life for two little children they had never wanted in the first place. Her mother told this story every day, to remind them how they should be grateful and that they were sent straight from the devil himself. The kitten walked outside of their measly alleyway and sat, doing as mother said and begging for food with her big, round eyes from those Upwalkers. At the end of the day, she got five chicken strips, mother would be pleased with her. Maybe she’d let her and Nameless eat some? She hoped and hoped as she dragged it to her mother.
“Mother, mother, I have gotten you food!” she squeaked, pushing it over to her mom.
Part 2
The Siamese looked at the chicken, her firm expression mildly softening. Her mom loved food, and she only kept her and Nameless around so we could beg for some from the Upwalkers. Nameless dragged herself over. Her shift today was to get mother milk. But she returned with only water in a leaf. No.. no.. mother would be fuming! She immediately padded to Nameless’s side as her sister pushed the water towards mother, head down. She nudged her sisters head up. Mother hated when we moped, she said we were being ungrateful disgraces when we did that. The pair of kittens watched as their mother scanned the meal. Their mothers name was Grave. Her family had a long list of weird names, but her and Nameless hadn’t been given names. So Nameless decided to name herself after what she was; nameless. But she hadn’t found what she wanted to be named yet.
Part 3
The albino kitten returned her red, ruby gaze back to Grave, who had her face twisted in a mixture of displeasure and acceptance. Mother was very confusing. Their mother took a bite out of the chicken and then a small sip of the ice-cold water. It was white season, as mother said. The season where white covered everything and small flakes of it fell out of the sky, making it cold. The albino kitten was barely visible in the snow, the only this making her visible were her red eyes and reddish russet tail-tip. A gene completely from her father.
“It’s..okay. Go get yourselves some food.” she said, her deep, rumbling voice hinting dismissal. The she-kitten ran off to get food with Nameless at her side, keeping her paw-steps in sync with her own. They both found a sheltered spot to sit and wait for some Upwalkers to drop some food. If that didn’t happen, they’d search in the dumpster.
Part 4
A few fox-lengths past and still, no food. So, she and Nameless went over to the closest dumpster, pausing in fear when they saw a dog. Massive, long furred, pointed ears and snout, sleeping right next to the dumpster they usually searched in. Nameless nudged her.
“M-maybe we should go to sleep and search in the morning?” she said, voice shaking from fear and lack of use. The albino she-kitten blinked, red eyes glinting with disbelief.
“No. What’s a dog going to do? It’s asleep, we’ll be A-okay.” she said, padding over to a cardboard box, Nameless just beside her as the twins pushed the box towards the dumpster. Once it was just beside the dumpster, she jumped onto the box and onto the tall dumpster, her sister just at her heels. Suddenly, the dog woke up, hearing a monster flash by. It looked up, and then, the horrifying, clear blue eyes fixated on her and her sister.
Part 5
It jumped, snarling at the pair of kits. The hound stopped and howled, calling over its pack they hadn’t even seen. The beasts joined their Alpha, jumping at the bin and clawing at it, trying to get the cats on top of it. She looked at her sister, ears flattened and face twisted with fear. Nameless hadn’t seen her. She was staring down at the dogs trying to kill them. A big
BOOM! sounded and the dumpster shook. One of the dogs had body slammed into the dumpster. Luckily, she kept her balance. But Nameless wasn’t so lucky, being the big cat she was, she lost her balance and was now clinging onto the edge of the dumpster, blue eyes glinting with desperation as she cried out to her sister. She extended a paw, but before she could take Namless’s, she cried in pain and was dragged down into the crowd of hungry dogs.
Part 6
“NO!” she howled, inching towards the dumpsters edge. She watched, tears filling her eyes as she saw her sister, reaching up a paw, only to have it torn off by a dog. She felt tears stain her fur as she watched her sister get eaten by the dogs, guts torn out and face ripped apart, along with missing limbs. She was dead. She was dead and she couldn’t do anything to fix it. That night, the dogs left, leaving her to climb off of the dumpster and sit beside her sisters torn apart body, sobbing. Her eyes had been torn out and she looked like she was red instead of brown. Nameless had no arms nor legs left, not a tail either. But there was one thing that had made it through. The feather of a raven her sister always had tucked behind her ear. It was damaged, but it was still there. She took it and tucked it behind her own ear, tears falling from her eyes. After a week of crying there while getting food, she left, not returning home, but deciding she had a new identity. From now on, her name was Secret. She’d never speak of this, she’d keep it locked inside her heart as a lone traveler. Forever.
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(Character I was talking about)
Got a secret, can you keep it? [All parts of kithood]
