Post by Zeporah on Nov 6, 2006 19:09:07 GMT -5
***The lean white and black tabby strode heavily forward. Traveling has been long and hard since her sons had left her, but she wasn't lonely, for the little she-kit she had adopted along the way was good company. Even so, the heavily pregnant queen couldn't travel far for long, mostly from nerves then the actual burden she carried. Ever since that one incident with that... that... dogbreath-of-a-she-cat, Zeporah has been on high alert, and now, more then ever, Zeporah has been desperate in finding a well sheltered spot for her kits. She investigated under every bush, leaving no possiblity unchecked, until finally, after a lot of fur-tearing tries, Zeporah finally found something suitable.
Squeezing her swollen belly under loose root at the base of a tree, her amber eyes swelling to adjust to the darkness, Zeporah sniffed cautiously into the tight corridor. There was hardly any room for free movement, but this tight space would do well for defending, and with only a few kits to worry about, it should do just fine. Opening her jaws, Zeporah took one final pass, learning that some small rabbit tried to make a home here, but the scent has long since been stale. With a low, satisified purr, the queen lay down among the old clumps of rabbit fur, and let the journey begin...
The sun has long since set by the time the queen was finished, her skinny sides a sharp contrast to the obesity they were before. Five tiny scraps of fur were greedily suckling their mother's milk, while Zeporah herself kneaded happily. Out of the five, only two were she-cats, the others were toms. Out of the toms there was a gray, a gray and white, and a dark chocolate. Out of the she-cats there was another gray and white, and, quite unusually for Zeporah's normal litter, a brown so light that it reminded the experienced queen of rich sand lit in the sunlight. She gazed at them, her yellow eyes soft and round with a mother's pride and love. Licking each of them lovingly, Zeporah continued to nurse her life, her future into strength.
Squeezing her swollen belly under loose root at the base of a tree, her amber eyes swelling to adjust to the darkness, Zeporah sniffed cautiously into the tight corridor. There was hardly any room for free movement, but this tight space would do well for defending, and with only a few kits to worry about, it should do just fine. Opening her jaws, Zeporah took one final pass, learning that some small rabbit tried to make a home here, but the scent has long since been stale. With a low, satisified purr, the queen lay down among the old clumps of rabbit fur, and let the journey begin...
The sun has long since set by the time the queen was finished, her skinny sides a sharp contrast to the obesity they were before. Five tiny scraps of fur were greedily suckling their mother's milk, while Zeporah herself kneaded happily. Out of the five, only two were she-cats, the others were toms. Out of the toms there was a gray, a gray and white, and a dark chocolate. Out of the she-cats there was another gray and white, and, quite unusually for Zeporah's normal litter, a brown so light that it reminded the experienced queen of rich sand lit in the sunlight. She gazed at them, her yellow eyes soft and round with a mother's pride and love. Licking each of them lovingly, Zeporah continued to nurse her life, her future into strength.
