Honeykit woke up, curling next to her mother's body.
"MEREOOOOOW!" she yawned, and stretching her back. She blinked open her eyes.
'hey, the den looks way bigger!' she thought to herself. it seemed so cozy when she closed her eyes.
she used her eyes to look over to Smallkit, sleeping in his own nest.
"Mommy, mommy, Smallkit's so nice! he's not hideous!" Smallkit shuffled in his sleep.
Larkbeak hissed and spat, "That's just the demon hiding her true identity, you shall see through it soon."
"But mommy!" complained Honeykit.
"Hush little darling, the demon wants to take you over, and kill you, so I die in agony. do not let this happen."
Smallkit chose that moment to wake up and open his tiny little eyes.
"Mommy, look, look, I can see now!" he cried in a cute, squeaky voice.
"SHUT UP, YOU LITTLE DEMON" cried Larkbeak, hitting him in the back with her tail. Smallkit hit the nursery wall, and landed on the ground
Thump.
"Now listen here, demon, I'm just keeping you here to crush you when the time is right, and so I can keep my eye on you, and inflict pain when you deserve it!" Larkbeak hissed and extended a claw to Smallkit's tiny neck. He mewed.
"you are nothing more than a piece of fresh-kill, to savor every bite, to kill so you can eat" Larkbeak sheathed her claw.
Smallkit fell down with a thump.
"Never think you have won, because you never will. if you have a paw out of place, you can wait to jump into my mouth, and then I'll spit out your bones, and use them to sharpen my claws. I will pull out your eyeballs, and use them to line my nest with your fur. DO YOU HEAR ME?!"
Honey kit mewed, "Mommy, don't be mean to my littermate. Smallkit is nice and kind, he'd never-"
Larkbeak cut her off.
"No, my precious Honeykit," she hissed in a sweet, sickly voice, "what you're looking at, it's an ugly monster that feeds off your love to him, stop thinking he kind and caring, and you'll see the truth: it's hideousness means it's a beast who should be clawed down and torn apar-"
She stopped midsentence. because, at the door stood Quickfoot: he had carried Limpingkit, but now he was sprawled on the ground, and Quickfoot's jaw hung wide open. his tattered red fur stood straight up.
He had heard it all.
All of it.
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