"Bladefur, as soon as your kits are old enough, I am getting you out of here. I can handle these cats." Mosspelt said.
Deathwhipser emeged from the outside of the nursery. She had been listening. She had a soft spot for the Mating Slaves and kits. Her mother had been a Mating Slave. "Bladefur, you would be able to ge out. I would help as well. I bet you think I'm lying about that last part huh?"