Brightkit padded outside of the nursery. She was six moons and had to wait another month before apprenticeship..wahoo..Her father had gotten her apprenticeship delayed because he was a jerk like that. Her body showed scars and certain parts of her had bumps. Her back ankle was semi-sprained and swollen but she could still walk..
Riddlekit- Brother of Brightkit- padded behind her. Tail drooping. He had less scars than his sister. He was daddies favourite. Their father had beaten up-literally BEATEN- Brightkit half to death. It was a miracle she was alive. Gladly, by the time they would be able to become apprentices they would be away from him and they would be healed up enough to train.
What the young kits didn't know was that the night they left camp they would never be seen again. Taken away and trained to fight each other and hurt each other. And the males would learn to fight and rape while the females were either fighting, breeding, or nursing. It would be a living hell hole. Brightkit would have to many litters. It would just be plain sickening- and one of these litters would be with her brother. Riddlekit.