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Son. He's a bit soft, a total pussy even, but he is my baby boy. Perhaps I coddled him a bit too much, or something, but even from day one, he didn't want to kill Shredshadow, even though he most certainly could have.
Mother; She was very over-bearing... I miss her though. It always felt like I could never live up to the family name. It's all I was raised to do, so it gets to me, or, it used to. I don't know how I feel about it now. It's hard being the son of the villain.
Grandson! He's a little nasty, but he's my boy! He's a tough fellow. I've been raising him since his father left him behind with whoever that guy was. He's growing up though. He doesn't spend as much time around as he used to.
Grandmother, enabler.
Ancestor, I am loyal to her. She's lead us through a twenty-years battle, and now we have a new fight here. The stars have been stolen, and we are going to take them back! It's what we deserve! ... What's with the face?
Descendant. She's a little over-the-top, which does come as a side effect of being brought up under the threat of having to fight for your life at any given moment. By conventional standards, of course she'd be considered bad.
Cousin! A bit weak in the stomach, but I suppose he's been more of a help than the others. Wrencry says to leave him and the BearClanners alone or he's gonna get mad at us again. Uhg. Who cares if he's mad? This is too slow!
Cousin, she's a monster. She'll do anything to get what we want, and Wrencry lets it happen because it's the only way to get any traction, apparently, but I fucking swear, another paw on one of Golden's kits and I'm attacking.
Cousin. Heard he fucked stuff up, by being born and stuff. So anyway, we got to borrow him, though I'm not sure exactly if that was what was being asked. Apparently discreet does not mean what I thought it meant.
Cousin, quite possibly the one that kidnapped me to blind my leader. Gave me a snack tho, so, you know, it wasn't too bad and all. Nothin happened to me, I dunno why everyone treats it like a big deal. It's mostly a funny story, except for Dovestar.
Cousin. She raised her kids up too soft, but she's also not much of a fighter herself. Wasn't always a BearClanner, heard a rumor that she was out at a, uh, animal congregation. Think like, two-legs, dogs, cows, and birds all together.
"Poor Smokebillow..." Cousin through her father, Bertie.
Grandson! He's a little nasty, but he's my boy! He's a tough fellow. I've been raising him since his father left him behind with whoever that guy was. He's growing up though. He doesn't spend as much time around as he used to.
"Grandmother, enabler."
Cousin. Seems to do things her own way, which is not as efficient as the way I do things. I get stuff done, like, boom, boom, boom, you know what I'm saying? Nothin's gonna get fixed if no one bucks up and gets it done!
"She's my cousin or something. She's got a few screws loose, if you ask me, wonder if that has something to do with her fucked-up grandkits."
Cousin. What? Why aren't you fluffy?? Uhg, the gene pool is being filthied. They're going to start producing oil soon enough if they haven't already, it's a ScrapClan thing, I think. This is what the fight ended for. Oil.
"Pbbbbbth." Cousin through their father, Goldensequoia.
Cousin. He's kind of the soft sort, I guess! Always was a bit of a crybaby. He likes a dirty boy though, for whatever reason. Hippy peace bullshit, that's what ended the war. I died for that war, kid, and so did my folks and theirs.
"You-- you didn't have something to do with all that did you? It was Camas and Lotus, right?" Cousin through his mother, Tansyleaf.
Granddaughter. That's my girl! I have to be quiet in visiting her cuz my son is mad at me for whatever reason. Says I'm a bad influence and whatnot. I think that's bullshit! All the best parts of him he learned from me.
Grandmother. You know what my grandma always said! If ya can't beat em, TRY HARDER.
Kin. See, this is what happens when you've got a rat infestation. GOOD, INNOCENT PEOPLE DIE. If he'd have been ARMED with better CLAWS he might have managed to survive getting JUMPED. Happens EVERY DAY in America!
Kin.
Kin. See what I'm hearing is that they got these like, hole folks living down in the holes, and that they're just like regular people just like us here outside. Now I find that right hard to believe, on account of them living in holes!
Kin.
Kin. Now they're tellin' me that one; I can't call the hole-folk mole people because it's two; problematic or whatever word the kids are using these days, and three; well we actually have relatives down there in them holes. Well that changes everything!
Kin.
Partner. He was a real good husband, always providing for the family, but not freakin out like a pansy everytime I vanished here and there to exchange mighty combat blows with my nemesis. Fought for our little son too, like a true family man.
Wife, sometimes.