My mom hates me. And I hate her. I can hear her gaggling about the importance of whatever and to be nice and thoughtful and blah.
My father, he's more like it. He showed me how to hunt, how to inflict punishment. I was his prized warrior.
My mother was hated, even though I should've listened. And then, suddenly, I was hated by both.
I saw the truth. It hit me.
But by then I had nothing left.
I opened my eyes, the first time in my life. I could see my mom and my dad talking about something important.
"-I gave birth to him, I know that he is nicer than your true self. I will teach him kindness." My mom said.
"Honey, we've been over this, why would you care for them anyway? They deserve it. If you teach him that way, he'll grow up to see things wrongly." My dad.
"It's not wrong! It's right! How could you not care for those? you just force them to do your bidding."
"Because they are as smart as our prey! all they need to do is take orders and they'll get food! that's all they understand anyway."
"They know you're cruel! They know it's wrong! They just keep doing it because we force them too! It's tyranny, it's-"
"Doveswift, the kit's awake. he'll hear you."
I looked up at them with my wide blue eyes. "What's bad? Who's dumb?" I blinked and yawned. My mother and father exchanged glances. Weird.
My mom looked at me.
"Don't worry, Purekit, everything is fine. just tiny things here and there we disagree on." My dad's eyes hardened at this.
"Oh, look! You've finally opened your eyes!" Mommy smiled at me like I was perfect.
I soaked in the glory.
"Yes! Yes I did!" I said brightly.
Mommy laughed.
"You seem to have floated down from starclan," My dad smiled.
"What's our names?" I wanted to know.
My mom looked at me, "What a smart kit you are! well, my name is Doveswift, and your father here is Whitestar. We've decided to call you Purekit. Well, mostly your dad did."
Why did she sneer while she talked? It was weird.
"Honey, you promised you would go on the evening patrol, didn't you?
"Oh right! Well, bye my precious!"
She went out of the nursery.
My dad smiled at me weirdly.
"Okay Purekit, I want to show you the right way of doing things."
(This is edited. I deleted some bits that were plain embarrassing. My english teacher would kill me!)