With the massive increase of kits she didn't know what to do. Heck, she thought of Bloodclan as some nursery now. The majority of the kits came from her brother, along with his new mate Keaton. She didn't know how to feel about the pair, nor did she want to entertain the thought. Pretty strange how her brother hit Keaton on the head with a brick, but hey, Love's weird. Most wouldn't even think they would get together after that, but neither of them were exactly sane. Neither was she. Sanity wasn't something she longed for, or could even will herself to posses. All the kits her brother adopted were pests. It was amusing to see some of them argue with her. She didn't even know whether or not the kits were aware of who she was.
The one that amused her in this very moment was one that tried to appear tough. The worn red leather and brassy belt buckle, it made her laugh. She wasn't sure what the kit was thinking, but she could care less. She would never wear a collar. Her brother wearing one didn't bother the slightest, nor did the number of teeth. Collars with teeth was to boost one's ego. By the look of their face, they certainly weren't a talker. Nathanos won't mind if I mess with his kid a little, right? "Geez, you better cool it. What's that phrase? If looks could kill? Whatever your name is, you're not gonna kill anyone with your eyes. Sadly, they can't shoot fire from em'. Lighten up kid, or at least pretend today's not a craptastic day."