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Posted January 4, 2014
"But I'm your mother," The older shecat faked hurt. Her green eyes gazing. "I'll be a grandmother soon. Now, go lay down get some rest." The wirds were mitherly but Moon groqle.
<br>"Lusia, both Night and I are having kits." She snarled. "So, leave me be." Moon lahed her tail before padding in her den. Lusia followed, sniffing the air.
<br>"Where's the tom?"
<br>"Lusia, I don't have time to discuss this." Moon snapped sitting to eat her kill.
<br>"But, Moon, I smell no tom scent. And you're obviously going to kit soon."
<br>"Poor thing, I see what happened. Hmm, you strayed didn't you? Or did you find a fancy?"
<br>"Get out of my den and away from it!" Moon growled rising her claws unsheathed. Lusia sniffed and stalked out. With a deep sigh Moon curled in her nest and licked her belly gently. "You'll be fine little kits." She mowed and closed her eyes. Appitite gone. She smiled as te scent of borage filtere in her senses. She'd be ready for them.