''Damn.''
Network sprinted past the frigid air that dared to push her back, the heaviness resting in her stomach reaching the point of being unbearable as the night cloaked her ebony pelt. She took a brief glance at the towering mountains resting beside her slender body as she halted by the nearest place with a mere patch of green. Boy, Destination was right to abandon her on her journey here. He always said that those mountains were layered in a blanket of alabaster, and that there would be nothing left of green that grew beneath them. The grass wouldn't be coming back until the next few seasons. Her body rippled right when she started feel comfortable with the extra weight, and clenched her teeth as the newborn inside her kicked and turn to get out. If only she had a bit of help. If only her damned tuxedo mate had come along. Soon she felt the sack of meat and bones slide out from under her, only to rest below the unforgiving ice that nipped at her paws relentlessly. She curled her belly around the wailing kitten, cursing as his squeals kept her eyes from shutting and keeping her body alert. The she cats in the forest were right; raising a kit was now easy task. And now all she wanted was to get rid of this curse that was placed upon her by that charming tom she met in the forest. This was all destination's fault. All of his damn fault. Network sighed briefly as the kitten latched it's claws on her teats violently, almost forcing her tongue not to unleash on this nuisance. This wasn't just any nuisance, this was one she had to love. And though her anger hid it very well she did. Because this kit was a constant reminder of Destination, her one true love. They could've made it big if he didn't leave. Network glanced up at the radiant and dimmed stars, her whiskers caked in dirt. ''I'll name you Guardian,'' she whispered, ''Cause I know you'll protect me one day.'' She still felt a bit of heaviness in her stomach, and guessed that three more kits would be coming after Guardian. Damn.