Maple slowly blinked open her eyes, staring drousily over at Flake. "Wake up sleepy head." Maple mewed, prodding Flake with her paw. "You said you were going on the morning patrol." If Cocoa was right, Maple was going to have her kits either tonight, or tomorrow morning. Flake sat up, her ruffled fur looked more pale than ever, the color almost giving away to another white canvas for her friend to paint. "I probably should stay with you. You're about to have kits, our kits." Maple sighed, lying down beside Flake. "Should we tell them about their father?" Flake shook her head, a determined look in her red eyes. "They'll just have to deal with two sassy moms. No need throwing a dumb old tom in there." Maple nodded, turning to look at her large belly. Flake rested her muzzle gently on Maple's belly, whispering about how good of a life they'll have. Flake had decided to give her den to a strange couple. There was Carolina, she was pretty young, probably just finished training not so long ago. Then there was Mellow, an elderly she-cat who's yellow fur had faded to more of a brown with age. The two were so sweet and were without a den! Maple was glad to have Flake here. Maple yawned and rested her head on her paws. Staring drousily at Flake. "Well if you aren't leaving I guess we'll just sleep some more." The two curled up together and slowly they drifted off to sleep.
Maple awoke to a strong pain in her stomach that went by in waves. Maple gasped as the pain grew stronger. Flake quickly jumped to her paws and bounded out of the den, yowling for Cocoa to come. Flake and Cocoa quickly returned, Cocoa holding a bundle of herbs in her jaws. The two settled beside down on the nest, beside Maple. Flake sat by her right side, licking her ear to try and keep her calm. The sun was completely gone by the time all three of the kits were born. Maple had lost a lot of blood, but Cocoa was just barely able to save her and the kits. Maple looked down at the kits, purring softly. One kit looked almost exactly like her, one was dark brown, the only tom was a pale tortoieshell with gray patches. Suddenly Maple thought of something, what if the kits father was Icetail? Maple shook the thought out of her head. No, these kits were her's and Flake's.
Why was I listening to Llamas With Hats while writing this :joy:
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