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    [align=center]Londoneye couldn't remember the last time she'd spoken to one of her siblings. Had to be a few moons now, at least. Well, she needed to tell them now.
    Poppyseeds was dead. There was no avoiding that. Her mother, the one she looked up to, was dead. Killed. Murdered was a better word. So now she needed to announce this to her siblings.
    The Dad. Poppyseeds told her who their father was. After moons and moons of trying to figure it out, she was straight up told. Way easier than she thought.
    Her first target to tell was Waverlyhills. Unless, of course, she ran into another sibling first. Making her way around the camp, she tried to track down the scent of Waverly, well, more of trying to figure out how to explain this...tragedy.

    It took the tom a bit more time to gain his warrior name, due to the multiple mental issues he had. Hallucinations, paranoia, schizophrenia.. just to name a few. But he managed to get it, somehow, miraculously, Waverlyhills had got it. Though he just angered them all when he waltzed out of camp not even a day later to go become a kittypet. Well, not entirely. Mama was busy, a part in him away from his mental disorders told him that she couldn't care for him anymore, so he had left camp. After getting lost due to his severe hallucinations and ending up half a mile away from the clan borders, the tom was taken into a home. It was a very nice home, two twolegs and a younger twoleg but not a kit. He became friends with them though the laughing hurt him a bit when he chased things he saw and such. They got him soft food, treated him with tuna and even put down bowls of milk when he was good. They put a collar on him, leash trained him even though he wasn't happy with that. So with that said, he was stuck with a harness and a collar over his mainly white pelt though there were black on his head and tail. Thankfully, those things were taken off while he was being groomed. Or well, pelt brushed and such. Waverlyhills, due to the mental problems, never quite took care of himself well.


    Today, he was traveling back to the clan lands just for a little bit after finding his surroundings. Paw pads crept through the forest as he found his secret entrance back into camp.. not that hard actually, he got himself in to many situations to count, so with that said- he had discovered one. There he remained in the shadows, he wondered if mama was still alive.

    [align=center]Londoneye caught the scent of her brother nearby, turning her head to look at it's general direction. Waverly, she immediately sent the thoughts Waverly's way, hoping he'd receive it, before heading over to where the source of his scent was. It's me, London. That's you, Waverly, right?

    That voice of his sister had been nearly lost with the other voices whirling in his thoughts, he thought it was just the remains of his sisters voice before he could pick it out. Maybe it was telepathy. "London?" Waverlyhills questioned back, his neck ticking to the left, once, twice and three times. His head was cocked in curiosity as he waited for a verbal answer to make sure. He couldn't quite remember if she was mute or not.

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    [align=center]"That's good, it is you," Londoneye smiled briefly, seeing the familiar face of Waverly. She remembered Poppy had once told her he'd been acting a bit...delusional or something the last time she saw him, but she was pretty sure that was ages ago. "Where've you been? I haven't seen you for a while."

    Well it was good that it was actually her and it made him oddly smile the best he could as he sat up straight, ignoring both the collar and harness on him. "I have been living with really nice twolegs! Or are they those reptile creatures? I can't remember," Waverlyhill could say full sentences but his speech was slightly distorted as he trailed off in a debate among himself on what those creatures he lived with actually were.

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    [align=center]"Twolegs?!" Londoneye could hardly believe what she was hearing. She had always despised twolegs, never even slightly liked their existence. "You have to be kidding me. But I came here to tell you something."
    How would she say this? It was hard enough for her to accept that London was dead, and she saw the corpse with her own eyes. After a round of thinking up what to say, she decided the simplest approach.
    "Waverly, Mother is dead."

    As he heard those words, his heart was sufficiently shattered. That couldn't be true, could it be? It couldn't! "No.. you are lying! You must be lying! I'm sure mama is alive," Waverlyhills protested as he was clearly in denial, he refused to even accept the possibility. Death never existed to him, well, word wise and maybe when he played around with that term but never as.. in an actual cat.. dying. A part of him he didn't quite explore yet had accepted that fact, and that was clear with the pain he had felt. Giving a small shake of his head, he got up and hurried towards the exit and entrance that was his own.


    [Plot twist. What if he could see her ghost~?]

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    [align=center]{ Gasp
    Maybe }


    Londoneye followed after Waverly, not wanting him to take off just yet. "Waverly, I'm as upset as you are, but she's dead. I saw her with my own two eyes." I saw her murdered, too, if that proves it more, she thought to herself, not wanting to say that yet. "But Waverly, you need to listen to me. I know who our Father is. She told me. Just before she died."

    He refused to listen, sitting down stubbornly and kept shaking his head. "No, you are wrong, she isn't dead. She isn't! You are a liar!" He refused to listen to any part of what she said about her dying. Waverlyhills didn't want to believe it and so he didn't. The voices in his head getting overwhelming as he tried to block out the voices in his head, laying down and trying to cover his head. "They won't stop screaming at me!" He complained, he wanted peace and quiet for once, he just wanted to find his mama too.

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    [align=center]"Waverly...," Londoneye looked at Wavery sympathetically, gently lying a paw on his back. "They'll go away, Waverly, okay? Mother is gone, but she can still look after us. She's going to keep them away."
    She felt like she was treating him like a kit, but she didn't know how else to handle it.

    Saying she was gone was much better than saying she was dead. Waverlyhills could comprehend and accept that part. Ah yes! She just went on a journey of some sort! She would be back, she wasn't dead! Or so he thought. "So she is just gone? Not dead? On a journey or something or left?" Waverlyhills questioned as he looked up at his sister, he did act much younger than his age due to the mental issues he had. He either came off childish or strange, depending who was asked.

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    [align=center]Well, this would probably be the best option to choose right now. A journey...a hunting trip? No. Then the Mun of this character would be referencing Supernatural full-out. "Yes," she lied, "On a journey, she might not be back for a while though. She told me who Father was before she left."

    "See! I knew you were wrong! She was just on a journey," Waverlyhills seemed much, much more happier with what he saw as the truth. "So who is papa?" Waverly asked, he still didn't use the terms mother and father. He had stuck with Mama and Papa.

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    [align=center]Londoneye gave a small sigh, but decided to let it slide. Maybe Waverlyhills would accept she was dead on his own accord. "His name is Wishfulthinking," she replied, tail swishing back and forth. What was he, the Medic? Or the Head Medic? She'd go with Medic, "He is...was? The Sunclan Medic. Looks alot like me."

    The tom listened to her with a small nod, "So that is Papa.. would you like to meet the things that take care of me?" Waverlyhills commented before changing the topic, he'd probably find Papa later but for now, he was starting to get a tad excited about showing Londoneye his home.

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    [align=center]"Well...," Londoneye glanced around, not wanting to disappoint Waverlyhills but not really wanting to go anywhere near Twolegs, "Alright. Also, Waverly, we've got little half-siblings now. Three of them. Aristokit, Hakunakit and Jasminekit."

    The tom listened as he slipped out through the secret entrance. "Well they can visit me if they want! The things aren't normally at the den thing, they leave the den thing a lot," Waverlyhills explained as he waited for her on the other side before heading in the direction he had came.

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    [align=center]Londoneye followed after Waverlyhills, her tail flicking back and forth as she did so. "Probably when they're older. They're four moons now, and Mother left me in charge of them. They're troublesome as hell, though. Aristo's a huge flirt, too," she smiled a little, thinking about the trio. "So, the things that take care of you...do they have a name?"

    Waverlyhills listened to the things about his new half siblings but the fact that one of them flirted at such a young age just didn't settle well in the depths of his mind. "Well I never did figure out their names so I gave them nicknames," The tom cat explained to her, it'd be a slightly long journey. No more than an half an hour if they understood time the way humans did.

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