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Cerise had thought it would come later. It couldn't come now, it was too early. There was still around half a moon left for them to be born.
Her sharp claws dug into the ground. She'd gone out with the intention of only a walk, but it turned into her kitting. Damnit, damnit, damnit! the pregnant Cerise cursed multiple times. What was she supposed to do? Get back to the camp or something? That's quite a bit from where she was, so that was out of the question. As her belly twisted in pain, Cerise tried finding a den, something at least!
There, hidden by the grass. It looked like an old badger's den, or something of the sort. She climbed into the entrance and lay down. She silently cursed the little idiot who knocked her up as the pain became worse.
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Cerise sighed, glad the whole ordeal was finally over with. Looking down at the kittens, she found four of them at her belly. As much as she wanted to love them, she couldn't help thinking of their father. The tom wouldn't leave her mind.
Well, since the idiot wasn't here to help name them, guess it was up to her. Cerise would name them after fruit, just like her name meant "cherry" in french.
The first kitten looked very much like the father. A lilac mink, but this kitten was a girl. "Myrtille, a blueberry."
The second-born was another she-kit, with a fawn mink (?) coat, "You'll be Carambole, a starfruit." Starfruit were good, right?
The next kitten she saw was a lilac sable, the only tom in her litter. "Poire," was the first fruit she thought of; a pear.
Then Cerise came across the final kitten. She was so tiny, and so very fragile. Like if you touched her, she'd crumble to dust. The kitten looked just like her. "And you're Fraise," she whispered to the oh-so tiny kitten. Realization crept over Cerise instantly. This kitten wasn't moving, or breathing at all. Maybe she just needed some help.
She nudged the runt, trying to decipher what happened, but she already knew. The kitten had been born dead, like what was happening to so many newborns in Boneclan. Tears welled in her eyes, though Cerise forced them back. It's that a**holes fault! If she ever found him alone, she'd rip out his throat and... and...
That just made her break down right then and there. All her pent up emotions burst out, but she sobbed quietly so she didn't disturb her kittens. Bitter hatred and anger turned to tears and sadness. Poor kits, they'd have to bear with the anger and neglect of their mother, even if it wasn't their fault.
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