One day, I was in my den. Laying on my side. Still kind of sad about my rank. My belly rose and fell in rhythm with my breathing. My tummy was growing faster. I am 7 months now, since a day or two ago. It's been a week since I mated with that devil cat.
Empress what he'd me with empathized eyes. "You okay Cher?" She asked softly, her beautiful Ocicat pelt shined under the sun.
I Sat up, sighing then shrugged. I groomed my pelt some then nodded, "kind of..." I mewed, Empress was two years, moms five. And I'm some distressed little kit!
Empress sat beside me. Compared to hers. I didn't look preggers. She would be giving birth to Fang's kits. He is a good cat.
"Don't worry, Cher. It's tough, your so young and I know how much you wanted to be more..." Empress Meowed softly, licking my head comfortingly.
I looked outside the den, my eyes scanning the group camp. Fires, returning from training, he looks so happy and strong. And me, we'll I'm a pregnant kit with no hope of happiness!" I cried to Empress.
Empress starred at me, she squealed and mouthed the words. 'Im having my kits'
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Ferals book one wild blood
General FictionEither cities or the wilderness. There are cats. Feral and or domestic. But where do they hide. Like ghosts they roam. Humans have changed the world of cats. Some are good changes. Others are gravely dangerous. These are not clans, but feral groups...
