Frig this hurts, I seemed more tired, I felt week. If there was an attack, I'd drop dead. I knew there were many kits, my stomach was huge, it's hard to walk. My eyes dull and another day in misery group. In my eyes, I see the world now as old, black and white smudges of poop! I wish I could be a fighter or Hunter. Fire always stops and taunts me. Life sucks.
I padded into the breeders den, sitting beside empress and her handsome kits, they look big already, they sure grow after a day. I wonder what my kits will be like, I just hope I don't see Doom in them. If one does, I'll name it Demon. Like Doom. I bet it would be like him anyway A!
"Cher!cher!" A voice snapped, taking me out of my thinking trance.
"Wah!" I mewed at Empress.
"Stop muting out, take a nap or something, Hun. Dream of your life of your dreams, don't wish. "She whispered softly, empathy budging in her.
I roll my pretty eyes, "I don't see why dreaming would help"
"Hun, cherub. Think, maybe why they made you a queen was because they need more strong and sleek kits like you, and your so prett-" I cut her off.
"I became a queen because dad told Magic and Sabre, he hates me, I know it!"I wine.
Empress groomed my pelt, making me look nicer. "Hun, just forget about him, focus on your kits being healthy. And remember what I said, think about the good things of you being a queen, cherub." She mewed.
I sighed, "fine" I mewed and lay down, curling up. Feeling the little fur balls kicking in side of me.
I just couldn't sleep, they kicked and pushed, not even a month and they are annoying me, but really, I a. Week or two they'd be coming.
Empress always helps thoug, really I love her more then mum, all mum likes is mating with handsome to s and giving birth. But I love her.
In the morning, empress woke me, up. Her kits were more easy to gender. Turns out one of them is a female. She looks like me, tabby fur, with ticking though. And no Ocicat markings. "You can name her ,Cher." She mewed. I smiled privileged.
"I'll name her Neveah, heaven backwards, cause when I look at her I think of me, hoping she has a life like heaven on earth unlike me.
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Ferals book one wild blood
Ficción GeneralEither 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...