There’s little love in the way of treachery. Nor affection in appeasement. A scourge, a black mark, on the history of BluffClan spreading ever wider; Finsnap’s legacy is no longer of a brave tom looking to reform his Clan’s fallen grace. It’s about a mad man. A tom with a vision who had lost his sight and brought those that cared for him down into the depths with him, leaving more lives shattered than intact in his final violent outburst as Deputy. A war. Bloody and brutal, stealing sight and hope but bringing about a new era of trust even if he hoped to destroy it completely.

It was almost ironic, then, that the cat that would love him the most would be one of the most delicate flowers that the Adirondack Mountains could offer. Voleflower, kind, careful and nervous, roped dangerously into his plots until he was finished with her. Turning on them at the first opportunity. When the dust settled the two parted. Finsnap tunnelling his way like a rat in a trap, while Voleflower departed with a new love in their heart.

Unfortunately, they parted with more than that. Within a moon of arriving at the Barn, Voleflower gave birth to two kittens; two little boys. Each an agonising mixture of what they’d tried to leave behind, and what future was to come. So, two moons after their birth, in the middle of the night. A nearly full moon sat high in the sky. The midnight guard alerted the clan as shadowy figures approached. Prepared for a fight, the clan stood still as Voleflower arrived before them. With them, Heavyclaw, two mewling kits, and a stranger by the name of Colt. Despite the tense air, the group hurried to the leader's den to warm them up.

In private, Coldstar spoke with Voleflower where they admit that the kits are in fact Finsnap's, not Heavyclaw's. Regretfully and teary eyed, Voleflower begged Coldstar to have their kits take refuge in Bluffclan, saying that if Finsnap ever scouted or overtook the barn, he would take them from their parent without hesitation. Not one to turn a former clan cat away, Coldstar agreed though did not pester Voleflower on the reasons they would not be with their kits.

Sniffling, as Voleflower began to say their final goodbyes to their kits, Heavyclaw pulled Coldstar aside. He gingerly asked if he was allowed to stay to raise them himself, wishing to protect Vole's kits instead of returning to the barn by their side. Knowing the gravity of their lineage, the two agree that Heavyclaw may remain in Bluffclan and that no other cat is to know about their true father. Not until the time is right.

The first few weeks of his life were spent nameless though not without a few notable monickers, "Little Pill Bug" were among the most popular thanks to his grey colouring and little antennae and as time passed with Voleflower having clearly no intention of officially naming her sons it stuck. A mixture of 'Pill Bug', 'Rollie Pollie', and whatever other interesting nicknames the barn cats chose to come up with. While his time there was brief, Pill Bug had no shortage of interesting experiences among the barn cats and notes many of those times with fondness when asked.

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It's no surprise why he desires to go back there and be with his Baba, curling up in their nest and hiding away among those he's familiar with. Perhaps you can find out some of his stories?

How could they leave him? Leave them. Hearing Voleflower say goodbye could never compare to the agony of watching them walk away from the Camp without he, or his Brother. Tossed into an unknown environment, freezing and hungry, with only- only Heavyclaw. Why had he stayed? Who would protect their Baba if he was here, with them? Stripped of his name, replaced with something more 'appropriate' or so they claimed. The newly dubbed 'Kingletkit' finds little comfort in the conformity, nor in how he's set-apart from this Clan like a show to be watched.

It's difficult to understand the 'how' and 'why' of the situation when no one will tell him. When cat's sit and stare like he is something to fear, or something strange - a puzzle that he doesn't have the pieces too. Sticking to the side-lines and his Dad's side, Kingletkit tries his best to not snap at the older tom while adjusting to his new home. Whether or not he wants too understand his new peers, he knows he'll have to adapt or potentially be sent away. Just like his Parent was... well, presumably like his parent was.

Why else would Voleflower leave them both?