Namurr paced to the Caring Newborn place had been concealed. He brought himself forward to a female cat, his spouse; Anekti. The sleek, yet fluffy around her neck, was a light ginger with white paws. She laid at her side with three kittens. The first word had been spoken..
"Mi amor, I have brought you food, such as crow. Must I hand it?" He purred with delight torwards the opposite sex cat. She purred, blinking slowly. "Ah, I see you've got yourself comfortable to my existence, eh?" Her French accent was nice and soothing. Although for Namurr, it was quite Sexy. He purred and nodded. "So, maybe we could leave the kits here.. And you know... Go out on a stroll and talk maybe?" He said in his Arabic accent, and strongly deep voice. She nodded, turning back over. Namurr nudged her and left the room.
He soon smelled smoke, as his nostrils filled with toxin. A fire..
