"Two children is all a mother may bear. This is not a rule of our leaders – but one of nature. Attempts to give birth after the thought are met with the death of a mother -- and her child. The lapine race however, is a significant exception. The ability for the rabbits to breed unchecked has led to overpopulation and famine."
Valessa gripped the bedsheets tightly in her paw, panting intensely as the sweat on her body became effectively a sheet of ice. It had only been a week since the murder on the outlook, but the events were still fresh in her mind. As if infinitely reoccurring; that was how she knew another scar had been born into her brain. It was the early morning hours, and thus her sight blurred with the fatigue of being prematurely awakened. Until she rubbed her eyes to get them accustomed to the waking life, she could only help but make out the reddish brown of her fur, and the way that at her knees, it changed abruptly into black.
This was true with almost all the vulpine, having people jeer the entire fox race in calling this pigmentation: 'boots'. She liked them however, and the teasing did little to change that. Proceeding to shift her body sideways, she let the boots dangle from her bed and hit the cold hardwood floor. Her hair wasn't too long, but it was always mangled and curled in the morning, causing small strands of the hazelnut brown locks to hang in front of her face. She would always push these aside before rubbing her eyes awake.
When her vision was clear, she brought out that first morning yawn, as if that one moment let out all the worries of the night. In fact, her nights had become more worrisome as of late. With recreations of the outlook murder happening on a near nightly basis, she needed to exaggerate the effect this small yawn would have -- and so she did as she stood up from her bed and surveyed the room.
"What a stupid nightmare..." she said to herself quietly as she walked towards her mirror. "If I can even call it that – since it really happened and all."
Looking herself in her pure turquoise eyes, she used a paw to brush aside the rest of her hair. This was to make sure that her vision wasn't obscured by the strands still astray. Her room wasn't exceptionally large, much like the rooms of her other kin; all having the same as her: a box shaped room made of wood that consisted of nothing other than a bed, a mirror, and a desk with chairs. It was all she needed however, and simply, she found contentment in her ownership of it.
After she was lucid and dressed, she would open her door and begin the morning ritual, unchanged as it had been for as long as she could remember. As soon as one were to leave her room, they would notice an extremely long hallway, with around thirty other doors leading to rooms just like hers. With a grace that only she had possessed, she slowly walked past every single one, giving three hard knocks to signal the residents inside that it was now morning.
"It's time for breakfast!" she called out happily. "First ten to the kitchen get an extra apple with their meal! Seriously, this time!"
It was widely known that Valessa had an important job. One that could not be understated, and didn't come without a hate for The Triumvirate. The three rulers that made up that trinity, absolutely detested the lapine; and for reasons that everybody knew. Most of the lapine chose to exercise their freedom of multiple births, and those that did excessively were killed for jeopardizing the safety of the towers. More children than were intended led to large shortages of food and space. Such was the opinion of The Triumvirate.
So, the kin that came out from those thirty doors and scurried down the stairs to the mess hall – were ones without parents, being nurtured in this orphanage run by Valessa and her friends. Losing one's parents to an inherent racial trait – that was not acceptable. Not to Valessa, nor to anyone else in this house.