Tobia slowly walked across the border,not even knowing.Her belly was swollen but she was more scared of the that had been dog chasing her than cats right now.
A Pregnant She-Cat Crosses the Border~Open!!!
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Count Olaf crouched, watching the pregnant she-cat from a distance. She knew Brae was busy with Theron and Capone and Capone was too busy with her blindness to do anything, so she wanted to be the one to chase this character off.
She slid out from the shadows and appeared in front of the cat, her bent up whiskers quivering and her stark gray pelt spiking up. "Who 're you?" she growled, her voice gruff. She felt her claws come out of their sheathes and sink into the ground as she watched the she-cat maliciously.
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Tobia turned,she kept her claws out in case "Tobia,M'am" The she-cat looked worridly at the cat,was it going to hurt her?
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"Looks like you're preggers," Zodiac purred with a wink at Tobia. He stepped up beside Count Olaf with a merry flick of his tail. "Ya got a place to stay for the little devils?"
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Tobia turned "Eh...No...I-I didn't mean to walk in to anyone's territory...A dog came,and started to chase me...and I wound up here."
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"Well, scram!" Count Olaf hissed, her bent up whiskers quivering with anger as she leaned forward. Honestly, the Elite didn't want anything to do with a preggo she-cat that just needed a home to sit their butt down and then conceive just to mate again and become a burden. Vicious cycle really. And Count Olaf had a reason to be against anything having to do with mating.
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"No, don't scram," corrected Zodiac. "We need the kits, dumbo." he said to Olaf with a roll of his sapphire eyes. "Come on in, preggers. We got room."
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Risk, who had just went hunting, saw the two Elite cats talking to a she cat. She walked over to the group of cats,"Who is the she cat, Zodiac?" Risk asked questioningly. Her green gaze took in everything about the she cat. Hmm, she was pregnant. More cats for the Elite then.
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"Dunno her name," the lilacpoint said with a shrug. "But Count Oaf wants to chase her away." Zodiac nudged Count Olaf with his shoulder when he said his name.
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"[b]Why would we chase her away? We could use more cats at in the Elite[/b]," Risk meowed.
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"That's exactly what I said!" Zodiac exclaimed with a feline grin.
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"Because. It's just another mouth to feed and all she's going to do is sit on her fuzzy a** until she kits just to mate again and become a burden." she hissed. "Sure, it would be more cats for the Elite, but they'd all suck anyway coming from any random loner." The smokey she-cat was seething. Ears drooping, she began to pad away. She was just becoming a laughing stock anyhow.