Howlingkit ignores Birdkit and Mirekit. Attention on her mother. The grey kitten couldn’t even look her sister’s in the eyes. She was a mess a didn’t know how to process it. Tears form in her eyes once more, Howlingkit is unmoved for the moment.
The thought crosses her mind, she can’t ignore Birdkit for long. She was the oldest now. She had to become an older sister…no. Sunny was first before anyone… she took all of Howling’s attention. The only cat that had cared was Sunny. So why was her mother acting like she cared!? Why was she all of sudden caring about them? Blue and yellow eyes staring at the outstretched paw.
A paw of comfort. She was offering to take the pain away even for a moment. She can feel nothing but pain, it stabbed the former enforcer’s daughter. She is silent. The nickname for herself crossing the path to her ears.
Sundew. Howlingkit can take no more from it but her own sorrow, no sense of comfort or peace coming from the name her mother gave her. The silence from her remains. Howling can only make a broken sobbing noise in response.
No. She had to refuse the offer, her body was shaking as she trembles. Backing away from the paw as if she was an injured animal. Wasn’t she was supposed to hate her. She was born with every drop of hatred that her mother had, right? Dark grey paws struggling with her brain. Howlingkit feels the sadness creep back into her pelt.
Refuse. Go to her.
No. Take the offer.
Refuse it. Let her be your mother for once.
She hates you.
The clashing thoughts take over her brain before her paws decide whether to leave or not. Howlingkit stands up, head pointed towards the den entrance. She was a broken shell, nothing but a broken doll for the stars to play with now. She was nothing in this reality. No…that wasn’t how this was ending…
Howlingkit steps forwards avoiding eye contact, taking her mother paw and gently pulling herself closer. Tears overtaking her as she breaks down completely. Body shaking with loud sounds as she sobs into her mother’s fur. Clinging onto her arm, grey pelt curling around it, grasping for any sense of comfort and warmth Lostspark could give.
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