the rain thickened.

willownose was dead.

and in her father's stomach.

silentkit peered from under the strip of bark she and her brother dipperkit were crouched under. her mother's sobs carried through the clearing like wind, and her father's rough purr followed it.

silentkit wasn't allowed to eat meat yet.

she hoped she never would have to.

milk was good.

milk was fine.

but she was two moons now. in three days she would have to start. that wasn't what the small white kit wanted. she wanted to drink milk.

she wasn't a cannibal.

dipperkit would die soon, she knew that.

and she knew exactly what her father will make her do when he does.

and all silentkit wanted is to be a kit forever.

that was pleading.

once there was a silence that carried a burden.
one that couldn't speak but could still talk.
but one day her future came to play.
and with no more bounce, she had to lay.

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