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| - Screams, cries, and wails ring through my ears and ravage my mind. I shut my eyes, trying to hide from the dizzying chaos around me. "PLEASE, no!" someone screeches. "No! He- he's not a Nocturnal! He's my son!" I dare to open my eyes, just a crack, only to see them shove the cat away. In their jaws is a wriggling, shrieking kit. "Mommy!" The kit screams at the top of his lungs. "Mommy, help!" The she-cat lunges for her son, but one of them knocks her down and the others carry away the kit, still yowling, to the prison.
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| - Screams, cries, and wails ring through my ears and ravage my mind. I shut my eyes, trying to hide from the dizzying chaos around me. "PLEASE, no!" someone screeches. "No! He- he's not a Nocturnal! He's my son!" I dare to open my eyes, just a crack, only to see them shove the cat away. In their jaws is a wriggling, shrieking kit. "Mommy!" The kit screams at the top of his lungs. "Mommy, help!" The she-cat lunges for her son, but one of them knocks her down and the others carry away the kit, still yowling, to the prison. I squeeze my eyes shut, unable to watch this. A mother ripped away from her kit. What power does the kit have? I wonder. I look at my own paws, think of the magic swirling within them. With a flick of my tail, the kit could be safe and in his mother's embrace. A twitch, and all broken families can be reunited without consequence. With a single thought, I could free every Nocturnal and give each one the life they should've had. But I glance up at Tidestar. Her cold amber eyes burn through the crowd. A thrill of terror shivers down my spine as her gaze locks on me. I do not move a muscle to help the kit. I stay where I am, forcing a gleeful, bloodthirsty expression onto my face. The words tumbling out of my mouth are so foreign, so untrue, and yet I've said them a million times. Tidestar's gaze moves from me to the next cat- scrutinizing, analyzing, searching for more Nocturnals. I look down at the ground, shame prickling through my pelt. But I still don't move. The mother is screaming for her kit, and the kit is crying out for his mother. I quickly duck my head away as a tear rolls down my cheek. I might be able to hold the world under my control, but really, I know that I myself am nothing more than uncontrollable.
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