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Still a little shaken up over the fact that his sisters told him a terrifying story, the tom kit grew quiet and usually slept. He was also constantly monitored by Stormtrotter and now Mistmane.
Billowkit disliked the fact he was getting a ton of attention from cats he couldn't see. His sisters hadn't come back in a few days and Billowkit guesses it was because they got into trouble for telling him a scary story. He also wondered who would get them in trouble? Stormtrotter couldn't pop into Stardust. Or could she? Billowkit decided against asking her thinking that would only further worry the already frantic mother.
As nightfall came around, Billowkit was laying in his nest feeling as lonely as ever. Mistmane would usually come into the den by now checking up on him, but she wasn't here and now Billowkit was upset. He loved how gentle Mistmane worked with him in trying to get him to talk about the things he's seeing. Though it's never worked and his family is still left in the dark, it felt nice to be babied.
Finally the familiar smell of Mistmane flowed into the den. Billowkit rose his small head to face the feline jumping a bit when he saw the calico tom again. This time the tom did not seem calm and laid back. Instead the tom glared a little, confused. "Once Mistmane is done here you are coming with me to StarClan." The calico spoke demandingly. Billowkit didn't protest. He didn't know this cat and didn't want to anger it.
Sitting still was something Billowkit was good at. He sat still as Mistmane sniffled all over his small frame checking his breathing, his eyes, his throat, everything. Even Mistmane seemed annoyed with all the mother worrying Stormtrotter was doing. Billowkit faintly heard the conversation between Mistmane and Stormtrotter tonight and to be quite honest he didn't mind the idea at all. Mistmane was fun.
"You know you cant baby him forever, Stormtrotter, he's going to have to become a medicine cat and he'll have to baby you one day." Mistmane purred gently but it soon faded seeing the look on the queens face. "If only Whitetalon hadn't done what he did... my girls would still be here. He would be so lonely... I was so dumb....." Stormtrotter put her nose between her paws.
That last part hit Billowkit like a blow to the back of the head. Well he assumed that's what a blow would feel like... But did Stormtrotter just say that... Whitetalon killed his sisters? Fear boiled inside of him and he let out a cry for his mother. Stormtrotter uncovered her face to draw the kit closer, "Mama please! Please tell me Whitetalon isn't my dad! That he didn't kill Minnowkit! And Swoopkit!" He wailed.
Mistmane recoiled giving Stormtrotter a soft look, "You can't hide everything from this one... he's special..." she spoke before leaving. The calico tom stayed though, watching and waiting until Billowkit would fall asleep.
Stormtrotter sniffed a few times at her memories. She didn't want to tell Billowkit anything but since StarClan seemed to have burdened him with this horrible knowledge... she couldn't hide anything. "Whitetalon is your father... regretfully." Stormtrotter spoke. Billowkit felt like his stomach did a flip and then clenched. "Why would you love a tom like him?? He killed Windkit!" Billowkit said angrily, "I knew he was cold but I never thought he was that bad!" Stormtrotter countered her son's question. Billowkit flinched at the waves of emotions coming off his mother.
Suddenly a dark shadow and the stench of death made Billowkit turn his head, eyes wide. The calico tom held wide eyes as well as a white tom emerged from a black smoke from the den wall. His throat was dripping a steady stream of blood into the den floor. His claws and once white paws stained red, torn ears, and eyes that could kill. They narrowed on Billowkit before flicking to Stormtrotter. "Heard the blind rat can see the dead." His voice was slow, sly, so calm it sent claws running down your back. "I should have killed you too. What use are you, you pipsqueak?" The white tom raised a bloody paw only to pause and glare up at the figure who stepped in front of the kit. "Spottedseed, move. Before I have to kill your weak pelt again." The utterly terrifying shadowy tom spat.
Billowkit was frozen in fear hearing only the dead cats. His mother frantically called his name using a paw to shake her paralyzed son. "Whitetalon, you will cause no harm to this kit. Harm me if you will. What happened last time you tried killing me eh?" Spottedseed smirked coldly eyeing the gash in the white toms neck. "Shut up you mouse hearted medicine cat! What kind of medicine cat kills?" "Ones that protect their clan!" Spottedseed yowled flexing his claws. Billowkit cowered under Spottedseed, ears brushing the opening of the toms stomach. Thankfully it wasn't as gore filled as the sight of his fathers wound. Billowkit assumed this was how Spottedseed died. Did they both deal final blows killing each other?
He'd never know because just as sudden as Whitetalon appeared, the white tom retreated into the void of shadows. Soon that shadowy void hole was replaced with the dens walls again. That meant Billowkit was left alone with Spottedseed. "He's terrifying..." Billowkit finally spoke. He came to reality and heard his mother begin to cry.
