Truthful Child (short story)
Pasquekit didn’t see the need to lie.
She was born in the Dark Forest, where nearly every single one of the residences had committed at least one murder in their life, and several in their afterlife.
Both of her parents had killed over dozens of cats, and her adoptive parents had their fair share of bodies beneath their claws as well.
She didn’t see the reason it was bad, either.
It was simply life here. Her parents didn’t exactly encourage violence, but they knew to instill it in their minds enough to keep them protected in a forest where bloodshed was commonplace. As well, it wasn’t unlikely for her or her littermates to hear the occasional insult or gruesome story from someone close by, furthering the normalcy of an odious life for the kits.
Because it was normalcy.
Everyone killed.
Everyone was okay with it.
She returned to the Daycare after managing to sneak out with the foolish, mean cat who had picked on her sister. It was easy to get them to follow her, the thought of sneaking out so exciting!
When a worried Fungichomp asked where they were, Pasquekit told him the truth.
She had killed them.
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--Fungichomp belongs to @wills-woodland-warriors
--For now, leaving who the kit was up to interpretation. It can be someone we know now, or someone who hasn’t been made for the blog yet
--psst @ambitiousauthor @starfalcon555 felt like this might interest you
