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Old October 3rd, 2023, 10:58 PM
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Redkit

The molly lifted her head as Violetfreckle picked her up, dangling helplessly in the older cat's jaws, the second she realized where she was being taken, she let out a low whimper. She was set down beside her mother (and the two corpses, yikes), she turned to try to give Violetfreckle a little nose boop of thanks before turning, trying not to look at Crackles's empty yellow eyes as she darted forward. "M-mama-" She sobbed out softly, small voice trembling as the cats around her erupted into yells and howls and hostility again. So she darted to the safest place for her at that moment, which was her mother. Burrowing underneath her mom, Redkit wished she was deaf to what she heard next.

Her Uncle Crackles wasn't a murderer. No. He wasn't a monster. She knew her uncle. He was a good uncle, kind of mean sometimes but he wasn't murdery. Right? Surely not. No. Breathing growing more labored, the young molly let out soft, whimpering sobs. This was too scary. Too loud. Too untrue. She wanted her Uncle and she wanted her sibling and she wanted her mama. She peeked out from her hiding place, looking at all the angry, hateful cats. One in particular, Wildtwist, some pathetic wannabe warrior who was so cruel to her family. Her family. "Go away!" The words exploded from her, a fierce tri-colored glare fixing on the insensitive creature who dared speak so horribly. She didn't know what to believe. She didn't know what to think. She just wanted her family back and that wasn't happening. "My Uncle Cw-Crackles w-wasn't bad!" Hiccuping as she spoke, ears flat against her head, not sure if she really believed it or not. She wanted to. She was trying to.

But what if?

Darting off to the side as her mom moved to hoist Uncle Crackles up onto her back, Redkit looked at the ground, not wanting to see the blood staining the ground. Not wanting to watch as the brutally killed Vinekit was carried away. Once the tears started, they flowed freely, and she felt wetness dripping down her face. "Mama can I come?" She pleaded, not really wanting to go watch her beloved kin be buried but also not wanting to be here, alone, with cats who might think she was a monster. Please don't leave me.

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