Empress lay on her side, mewling and she seemed in pain. But not too much. I helped and helped. Then, after about half an hour an ocicat ton tom slid out, looking like his mum. Then two other males both strong with thick white Siberian fur like their dad, Fang.
After that, came a Tabby tom with oci cat marking. He is quite, quite handsome and strong.
The sun shined down on the grassy camp outside, it was raining while Empress was in labour, but it finished. The rain drops reflected the sun. I just remembered I'd be going through this. Maybe even more then Empress because of my age...
Empress' kittens suckled, kneading and pushing to get a meal. They are freaking adorable with a side of sweet and a beverage of beautiful! The tabby ocicat ton has a faun-ish red with tabby and ocicat marking. But the tabby marking are a dark brown while the ocicat Bengal like markings are a darker variation of the base colour.
Empress seemed tired, her eyes dull, but excitement in them. Could tell she went through this many times. "Cherub, thank you for helping me." She mewed, her soft voice seemed proud in a way.
"Your welcome, your kits are beautiful, we'll handsome." I chuckled, still not sure if their all toms. I started grooming pelt, my tabby Aby pelt dampening with every stroke of my rough tongue.
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Ferals book one wild blood
Ficção GeralEither 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...
