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The child knows, still, that this is not how things were meant to go. Sancitity was to bring them to their god, to the thing that made the church's hallow bones creak yet never crumble. That thing which the sacred spoke of in hushed tones, that thing which kittens like them were not made to know. She understood, they were certain, better than they ever could. This is not what they were raised for, this strange and open place. They do not understand. They cannot understand. Somewhere along the way, something changed. She changed. They don't know what made her do it.
It is quiet now, night time. They are awake, still. Restless She is as well, and they find her in the barren waste of the strangers' camp after creeping from the burrow all the kittens were shepherded into. Her gaze is turned skywards. They do not look to the stars she watches.
Instead, they wait. Eyes wide and glinting golden, they watch her. There is something almost accusatory in their stare.
It is quiet now, night time. They are awake, still. Restless She is as well, and they find her in the barren waste of the strangers' camp after creeping from the burrow all the kittens were shepherded into. Her gaze is turned skywards. They do not look to the stars she watches.
Instead, they wait. Eyes wide and glinting golden, they watch her. There is something almost accusatory in their stare.
