Ferals book one wild blood

Chapter one Birth

Harper's pov

My stomach was huge, but that was least of my worries, my kits were struggling to come out of me. The father watched from outside, his name is Bite. But he padded off to his small nest. I ignored his rudeness and fought this hard battle.

(This is not warrior cats, so no medicine cat)

The first one was a big female. It was hard what pelt she'd have since newborns aren't fully developed!

After came a male. Huge for a male, that's for sure.

(Sorry this seems unrealistic, cats do have fairly long births, but we don't want to read about a queen breathing and meowing! Do we?)

After my kits were clean, I was nursing them. I though of names. After about an hour and they were fast asleep I named the sweet angel kits.

I looked over to the female. I knew exactly what to call her- Ivy Cherub. (which is the angels you see that are babies who are semi-nude)

After that, I continued to my handsome little demon kit. He was hard to pump out for sure. But I named him Black Fire. Or just Fire.

Then, just as we were cuddling quietly under the moonlight, Bite needed to barge in. "I see my kits are born!" He mewed.

I lift my head up, my breed you ask? Tabby, a normal tabby. And Bite is an Abyssinian.

I narrow my eyes." Yes, but you know what you did, why not help me deliver you blood lines!" I snapped in an angered motherly whisper.

Bite nodded slowly, anger in his eyes. "Fathers aren't supposed to help the queen, they watch" he scowled.