It's Quiet Here. {Silentfog's Kitting}

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    It was the dead of night, and lying next to a silver she-cat lay three newborn kits. One, a red tabby which she had named Cedarkit, was the largest, and the firstborn of the litter.


    The next was a calico she-kit that she named Citruskit. She didn't look anything like her, but neither did the first one either. It was always funny how that happened sometimes.


    The final kit looked more like her, a silver tortoiseshell female named Shrewkit. A small litter altogether, but that was good. It would be easier for her to move on with just three kits, but she hadn't planned that out completely yet.

    Citruskit wriggled forwards latching on for milk. Her calico coat was beautiful and irresistable as she suckled for milk. Creamy liquid shot down her dry throat as Citruskit suckled. She knew that life would be hard, espically being a kit. Her lithe body was buried deep into her mother's fur wich was a pretty silver. Citruskit couldn't really do anything now except for think, suckle, crawl and sleep. If you thought about it you would think Citruskit was pretty lame, but she wasn't.

    [size=1]Shrewkit wiggled towards her mother's belly. She was so small, it took her a long time. She was mostly fur; she had quite long fur already. Her small paws reached forward, finding her mother's belly, and she managed to get closer. She attached herself, and started to suckle. She was sort of cold, this world was much larger and colder than the womb. She mewled loudly.
    OOC: Mrrm, I guess so. :)[/size]