A/N: Written for the A Prompt Per Pokemon Challenge, Nidoqueen prompt A – write about a Nidoqueen feeding its young. (which is how? :D Remi thought she'd stay away from Pokemon anatomy for that one.)
Feeding Time
It didn't matter if she was a clone. It didn't matter that, even if she had been naturally born into this world, she could not give an egg. It didn't matter…because she was still a mother, and those children playing in the grass were still hers – and when they came to her begging for food, they were her children as well.
She crushed berries in her strong paws so they wouldn't choke on bites too big when they were still too young to chew. She fed them slowly and carefully, letting them lick her claws and making sure they didn't scratch themselves in the process. She held them tenderly, like any mother would their child – because she was a mother, despite the circumstances, and these were her children.