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    Lost blinked, and looked at the cats quietly. His work here was done. He decided to take a walk. He walked out of the nursery, and padded out of camp, walking through the barely lit forest.

    .:Kanon:.
    His ears perked up, hearing something nearby.


    .:Cannib:.
    Since she was tired, Cannib couldn't hear a thing. All she wanted was sleep.

    Splash was in the forest at night, she slowly padded through the bushes and tree's. Her back leg was twisted so it drug along the ground as her limped along.


    Flake, Breeze, and Tiger trailed behind their mother. Their father had r@ped and m@ted their mother many times so that they were born. Their mother wasn't the prettiest sight but she was kind to them and took good care of them to.


    OOC: I'm New!

    Lost padded through the forest, the sight of Nutmeg kitting made him think of his mother and now he can't get the image of her getting killed out of his head. He tried shaking the thought, Forget about Lost, remember your helping those needed cats now. Its like he said what he needed to know because he started smelling cats that weren't the ones he knew. He sniffed the air and heard rustling nearby. He turned around and slunk into a bush to see an injured she at with three kits. He walked out quietly and stared at her, seeing if he had caught her attention.

    Bee let out a relieved sigh . "He's breathing, but barely," she reported. She then gathered the other two kits and laid them at her side. "You clean him while I get a few things from my den," she meowed and walked out.

    .:Cannib:.
    She had fallen asleep sometime in the late afternoon.


    .:Kanon:.
    Kanon struggled out from under her heavy paws, he knew she would be having more kits soon. Cannib couldn't keep her energy up right now. He looked at his mother again and walked out of the den, smelling the fresh air. He wanted to know what that sound was from earlier.

    Bee turned around as she heard paw steps. "Kanon, what are you doing?" she asked, a shocked look on her face.

    He looked at Bee, thinking that he was old enough to walk alone for once. He smelled the air, "I couldn't sleep, I'm thinking of taking a short walk."

    "Oh, no, no, no!" Bee meowed, shaking her head. "You shouldn't be taking a walk this late at night, much less alone!.....But, if you want something to do, you can help me," she offered kindly.

    Nutmeg lapped at the slick fur that covered the tiny newborn kit's body until his pelt was warm and fluffy. Twig smiled and nuzzled the kit towards Nutmeg's belly where he began to suckle alongside his littermates. "What are you going to name them?" Twig asked his sister quietly, gazing down at her kits in wonder.


    Nutmeg shook off her exhaustion for a few more moments and flicked her tail at the first-born, the she-kit. "Taboo." she murmured, pausing a few moments to think before nodding to the second kit, a tom, "Artemis." Nutmeg gazed at the last tom, the smallest by far, for a few more moments before meowing tiredly, "Nettle."

    (Ya, me too)


    Bee smiled at him again then remembered the new born kits. Her eyes widened and she ran into her den.

    Splash wheeled around to face Lost and crouched down, she huddled around her kits. "What do you want? Who are you?" she meowed nervously. After being m@ted and r@ped so much she could trust toms.


    The kits pressed against her.

    Lost blinked his eyes calmly and said, "Do not fear me she-cat, I am not like the other toms that only want your love for blood. My name is Lost, and I have been through the same as a lot of other cats have. That is why i created the Lost and Left group, we take in scarred or hurt cats, and care for them. Would like to follow me so i may show you?"

    Splash nodded slowly and cautiously padded after Lost, her tail between her legs.


    Her kits followed their mother and glanced at Lost.