Tucked gently inside of the log was a kit alright. It was pudgy, soft, with stubby kit legs and a short kit tail. It had soft, downy very light ginger fur with white paws. But its face. Its face was all wrong. It had two. Two faces attached to one head. Two sets of eyes, two twitching noses and two open mouths, mewing and calling for milk. Jaggedfoot had never seen a kit like this before. His mind immediately flowed back to the TentClan camp and that old poster of the two headed twoleg. “What’s wrong with it?” Brokenflight finally gasped in horror.
“I can see that,” Brokenflight growled. Though he could tell she was terrified and put off, Jaggedfoot noted how the she-cat’s fur was flattening, her eyes softening as the kit called out for its mother. His chest loosened a bit. Maybe she wouldn’t see the kit or him as a freak after all. He watched as her eyes jumped. “Oh no, look at the poor thing’s back!” Jaggedfoot eyed the large teeth marks, goring the kit’s back. Cat marks.
“What happened to you, little one?” Jaggedfoot whispered.
Meet Twokit! Or that's what Jaggedfoot calls him. I haven't quite figured out whether its one brain and two faces or two brains one for each face. But for now, meet little Twokit and his new parents...sort of...