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iblelonginatrashcan Here you go, sorry that it took so long! //
Monster Jon! //
Monster Tom! //
Lil' cubs! //
Fluff! //
I'm sorry that it took forever or me to post this! //
If you need me to rewrite it, let me know! //

It was dawn, the forest trees were covered in dew. You could hear the morning birds sing, the calm streams flow, and the sounds of wind blowing though the trees. It was was a perfect summer morning.

Jon purred as he watched his mate's eggs, he had been protecting them from any sort of danger. He licked the eggs carefully, cleansing them of dirt. Jon's ear twitched when hearing the footsteps of something. The footsteps belonged to his mate, Tom.

Tom rubbed against Jon, he had hunted and brought home a meal. It was an adult elk. Jon purred lowly and licked his mate's cheek as a 'thank you'. Tom purred back and wrapped his tail around his eggs, keeping them warm. He laid down and closed his eyes, purring to calm the eggs.

Tom had fallen asleep with the eggs, snoring softly. Jon stood in front of the den, he made sure nothing had got passed him. He killed the tiniest of insects, not trusting any other beings besides himself and his mate.

Jon heard his mate's distressed whine and rushed into the den, the eggs were shaking and slowly cracking. His mate looked at him worriedly, both their one eyes meeting each other. Jon purred and stepped closer, sniffing the egg before licking it.

One of the eggs cracked slightly, something was trying to make it's way out of the shell. Tom purred happily as he watched. One egg than other, each cracking in small bits as the new found cubs struggled to break out.

It took had taken a few for the cubs to break out of their shell, each crooning and chirping. They each called for their parents.

Tom purred lapping away the slime and the egg gunk his cubs were covered in.

There were four cubs in total.  Each colored in different shades of blue. Tom and Jon had thought over what to name the four them of course. Steve, Tomme, Juan, and Susan were their names.

The cubs huddled close to their mother, burying their faces in his stomach. Tom smiled and licked each of them lovingly, he already loved them. They'll have his spunky attitude and Jon's kindness all mixed together with their own special personalities.

They're his perfect cubs and he will care and protect them with his heart and body, no matter the situation. He will never let any harm come to his cubs.

Jon laid down next to his mate, staring at the cubs joyfully. Tom leaned his head on Jon's side, closing his eyes and letting out a happy croon as cuddled up against  his warm mate, he listened to Jon's calm purring which helped him and the cubs relax.

Tom smiled, his cubs suckling as he continued to lap away the mess that they were all covered in. Tom yawned, he carefully wrapped his tail around them with soothing croons emitting from his throat. Tom laid his head down on the comfortable moss below, closing his eye slowly.

Jon leaned close to his resting mate, sniffing him before huffing. He kept close to him, not moving a muscle until his cubs would learn to walk.

This day was indeed a perfect day. Four new lives were brought into the world, all born free from disease and deformities. Four healthy cubs who would grow up to be as strong as their parents from play fighting and running through meadows with one another.

The cubs have quite the journey ahead of them. Their parents will make sure to guide them through the tough times and stay by their sides until they must leave the nest to seek out their own adventures and mates.

Jon and Tom will have to make the best of memories while they're still cubs because children grow up fast.