Should I admit my crimes?... Or stay in the shadows Till I die {Open}

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt][justify][size=8]Being pregnant meant you really didn't sleep much, with the endless kicking and thumps in your stomach, and that anxiety. Pah, whatever, Rainbowveins was awake, and that was that."I'm on the edge, of glory~" she burst out into song, oblivious to either cat around her. Licking a ringed tabby paw, she let a sigh escape her lips.

(temping/co-owning rainbow for silvy)

[size=8]A tall, elegant serval she-kit was walking gracefully towards the junior deputy and the other cat when she heard someone...what could that weird behavior be called? She'd seen a few cats doing it before but she hadn't the faintest clue what it was.

Demonkit's amber gaze fell upon Rainbowveins, and the half-possessed kit blinked once, twice.
What the hell is that fool doing? Kerra spat in her mind. Her harsh tone made the young serval flinch inwardly, but she retained her stoic expression as always and redirected her path over to Rainbowveins.
"What are you doing?" Demonkit spoke mechanically as always, her voice a monotonous deadpan.

Celestialdawn was up, surprisingly at this time of night because she was a morning person. Well, might as well get to know some others if she was awake. The sound of singing caught her attention and her ears pricked forward while her eyes searched for the source of the noise. Ah, it was Rainbowveins! "You have a lovely singing voice," she mewed with a smile. Then she noticed the kit and her smile widened. "Oh hello!"

[size=8]Celestialdawn's friendliness was not returned by the unusual young serval. Yellow eyes cold, Demonkit simply stared up at the older cat with expressionless features. She didn't speak, but watched the she-cat carefully. After living out three harsh moons on her own and having experienced a distinct lack of a normal childhood, especially with the ancient spirit taking up residence in her mind, the kit was anything but average, anything but trusting.

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt][justify][size=8]"Oh, thank you, Celestialdawn," came the smooth purr of Rainbowveins, ears flicking in appreciation towards the female. Smiling down at Demonkit, she chuckled,"Hello, little one,". Kittens were adorable, and it made her quite excited she was going to have her own some day.

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt][justify][size=8]Rainbowveins chuckled,"I guess it just slipped out," she blinked in embarrassment. Well, at least no one snapped at her for it."Hello to you too, my love," she purred, pressing close to Russianroulette.

Celestialdawn was a bit surprised, if not taken aback by the blank stare she received from the kitten. Perhaps she is just shy or doesn't take well to strangers, she reasoned with herself. Her eyes found Russianroulette and she smiled at the junior deputy. "Hello Russianroulette," she mewed to the tom, tail flicking with pleasure at the meeting of such cats in the dead of the night. Her ears pricked and she thought she could hear yelling not so far off although it was a bit faint. Was she the only one to notice it?

[size=8]Demonkit narrowed her golden eyes slightly in satisfaction at Celestialdawn's apparent confusion. These cats didn't understand her; it was fun to mess with their minds. She wasn't like the other mewling scraps of fur that inhabited the nursery. She couldn't wait to get out of that hellhole.

The young serval's gaze shifted to Rainbowveins as the other she-cat greeted her.
"I'm not little," Monny deadpanned, the only sign of her annoyance being her lashing tail. "I'm almost six moons, and when I'm full grown, I'll be taller than all of you." There was nothing boastful to her voice; only the stiffness of an encyclopedia as she informed them.

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt][justify][size=8]Rainbow chuckled, seeing how rash the kitten was. It was pretty cute, despite the fact that the kitten was really full of hate and rue. Cocking her head, she mewed,"Alright, your not little," she insisted.

[size=8]Maybe she looked satisfied with the answer, though it was hard to read any emotion of the stoic kit's. She wasn't exactly an open book, unlike some cats she'd seen. Damn, were they annoying, too. She was glad she wasn't like them.
"Thank you." One might've been struck by the lack of triumph in Demonkit's voice. She was very rarely sincere about anything, usually feeling obligated to say the things she did; and when she was sincere, you couldn't tell. Her tone never changed. Some found it unnerving; it was her normal.