Hello Feline Friends

(I have an idea for Graypaw, but I’m not gonna say. >:3 )

Henry didn’t really seem to grasp the seriousness of the situation that Violetwing and Treewhisker had found themselves in, casually mewling “Did you and Treewhisker sleep alright?”

Hazelpaw didn’t say anything, just remaining curled into Graypaw’s side. It was doubtful she even heard him.

“Good morning,” Violetwing murmured back, looking down at Dovekit and the sleeping Flowerkit.

“Hazelpaw, I’m sorry,” mewled Graypaw, feeling just as helpless as he always did when that was the best he could think of to help his sister.

Henry dipped his head to The she-cat. “Morning,” The pudgier tom mewled casually, stretching out as he looked over at Violetwing.

Hazelpaw tried to practically melt into his fur, whimpering and sniffling. Nightstar’s actions the night before had cracked something inside of her.

Violetwing was still underneath the porch, nursing Dovekit. She blinked at Henry when he checked in on her.

Graypaw snuggled close to his sister as she cried into his fur. The tom stared blankly at the walls of the nursery, feeling totally lost and unsure of everything he’d thought true.

Back at the twoleg place, Henry emerged from the flap in the door, peeking under his house to see if either of his guests were still there.

Treewhisker was sitting on the fence, staring out towards the clan’s land.

Hazelpaw squeaked slightly in surprise, eyes widening when she realized she was now able to speak. She burst into tears and buried her face in Graypaw's fur.

Before Hazelpaw knew what was happening, Graypaw had slid a stick between the muzzle and her cheek, and, using it as a lever, was able to loosen the device enough for her to speak.

Hazelpaw kept her eyes squeezed shut, trembling lightly as she sought comfort from her brother. I'm going to have to go back tonight... Her trembling increased at the thought.

Graypaw stared at Hazelpaw’s muzzle as she pressed up against him, trying to figure out if he could loosen it or remove it without doing any damage that Nightstar would notice.

Once all the seed was gone, Hazelpaw trembled and curled into her brother's side.

Graypaw continued to groom away Nightstar’s disgusting seed. The tom didn’t care for the taste, but the important part was cleaning Hazelpaw. Maybe he could be useful, even if it was in a minor way.

Hazelpaw flinched away from Graypaw's first touch, unable to help herself, before forcing herself to still.

Graypaw leaned in, beginning to lick gingerly at Hazelpaw’s face to clean it of the leader’s cum.

Hazelpaw shrank in on herself at the continued silence, hiding her face again. She didn't want to see what might be on Graypaw's face.

Graypaw looked at the marks on her muzzle for a moment, the silence in the den deafening as the gray tom stared at his sister’s cum-covered face and muzzle.

Hazelpaw whimpered quietly, reluctantly letting him pull her paws away to reveal her face, though she kept her eyes squeezed shut.

“Hazelpaw, come on,” mewled Graypaw insistently, still trying to worm her paws away from her face. He was genuinely worried for his sister, and as helpless and low as Nightstar had made him feel, maybe he could do something to help her at least.

Hazelpaw resisted, trying to tuck her head away from him. She didn’t want him to see her like this!

Graypaw started to try to nuzzle Hazelpaw’s paws out of her face insistently, the tom not wanting her to cover up for some reason.

Hazelpaw buried her face in her paws with a low whine, unable to bear looking at her brother.

Once she was situated, Graypaw put his face close to Hazelpaw’s, only then realizing what that scent on his sister was. The tom pinned his ears back, stunned, furious, and helpless all at once.

Hazelpaw didn’t resist as she was herded along, tail drooping despondently. She felt defeated.

“Come lay in the nest,” Graypaw offered quickly, guiding Hazelpaw towards their mother’s fluffy, padded old nest without letting her have much say in the matter.

Hazelpaw didn’t look at her brother as he helped her to her paws, keeping her head and ears lowered in shame.

As Nightstar turned around and left, Graypaw was instantly at his sister’s side, helping Hazelpaw back to her paws.