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~ TWISTEDKIT OF WINDCLAN ~
Twistedkit staggered into the nursery. The world spun and tilted around her, and her tail - her horribly broken, crooked, twisted tail - didn't help. She lurched from side to side like a twig in a raging river, not entirely sure how she hadn't already capsized. It was hard to focus or think; her mother's harsh blows to her head combined with the events that had just unfolded made everything blur around her. There were only her thoughts and emotions to accompany her.
VILE. MONSTER. MURDERER. At last, everything made sense. Willowsky hated her because she was horrible. She was different and horrid and a
killer. Silverkit had died because of her. Palecloud had left and been led to his demise because of her. Willowsky was sad and mad and in trouble because of her. Twistedkit collapsed into a mossy green nest and let out choking sobs, her entire body wracking with them. She felt drained and weak, yet emotions of sadness, grief, horror, and horrible understanding roiled within her.
I'm horrible. Really horrible. But how had Twistedkit ended up so horrible?
It might be because of what I look like. Twilightstar had wondered if that was why Willowsky was so mad. And the more Twistedkit thought of it, the more true it seemed. No other kits were born with crooked jaws or blind eyes or mangled tails. It was only her. And Ashfeather, who others seemed to talk nicely about.
But she was a different cat. I'm bad. Whoever she was, she must've been good in other ways. She didn't kill her brother or father. Something was wrong with Twistedkit, and she wondered if she would ever be able to be good or if she would always be horrible and naughty.
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