Kit Chapter Two
It was nearing dawn when he heard it. A soft mew. It came from some bushes within a small woodland area that seemed to separate a couple of farms. He cocked an ear and followed the small snuffling sound. He was a little hungry, and wasn't sure when he'd next get a chance to eat, so figured that he might as well hunt. He slowly approached the tree from where the sound seemed to be originating. Suddenly, there was a rustle and slight movement from the roots of the tree, and Harry pounced. But his paws didn't enclose around a rabbit as he had suspected. Instead, looking fearfully up at him, was a kitten. It was shivering violently, from a mixture of fear and cold, and appeared to only be about a week old. The kittens' eyes were open wide, so it couldn't be much younger than that.
Harry sat back confused. Why was there a kitten alone in the woods? He understood that there were often wild cats, but where was its mother, or its littermates? Harry looked around, sniffing the air to see if he could smell the kittens mother. When he smelt nothing, he moved towards the young feline. It cowered away from him, mewing once again, seeming to find its voice. Harry gave it a brief look over to see if it, she, was injured. He found her to be unharmed, but she looked very thin and she was still shivering fiercely. Harry had no idea what to do, he couldn't just leave her. In the end he decided to go with his instincts. They'd not led him astray yet.
He gently picked the kitten up with his jaws. And he searched for somewhere more suitable for them to rest in. When he found a heavily sheltered area of woodland, he put the little kit down in a pile of leaves and dirt. He had no idea what to do about feeding her though. She looked near starved, but he was sure that since the kit was so young she would still be on milk. He decided to get the next best thing, according to his feline instincts. He went out to hunt. He managed to capture a rabbit, which were plentiful in the area, and brought it back to the shelter. The kit hadn't moved at all. In fact she looked to be sleeping.
Harry took the rabbit carcass to her, and gently nudged her awake. He then ripped the rabbits jugular, causing blood to gush out of the neck. He tried to encourage the kitten to drink the blood, hoping the nutrients in the blood would keep it going until he could figure out how to get her milk. He had no idea how to encourage a kitten that he couldn't communicate with, to drink the blood, especially as he sat and watched the kit nuzzle the blood soaked fur of the rabbit, didn't kittens need to suckle their drink? He was so confused. The kitten seemed to be trying to suckle the fur, which he supposed must be working a little as the kit was going at it with vigour, occasionally moving her jaws to another patch of fur. Eventually the little kit finished and curled up on a dry bit of dirt. Harry quickly ate the rest of the rabbit. He then licked himself clean, before moving to clean the kit. She blearily opened an eye to look at him, as he licked her clean with a few swipes of his large, rough tongue, before she closed her eyes and slept, purring away. When he deemed her clean enough, he curled himself around his young charge. By the time the sun was up, they were both sleeping soundly.
Harry woke a few hours later to a high pitched mewing sound, and an odd sensation on his chest. He yawned and stretched out his body, before looking down at his chest. He then remembered the young kit he had found yesterday. She apparently was the cause of the weird sensation. She looked to be chewing at his skin. He leaned his muzzle towards her to nudge her away, and then nuzzled her side. She looked back at him and mewed. Now it was daylight he could get a much better look at her. She had a mottled patterned coat, and seemed to be a brownish colour, as far as he could tell. She had a little smudge of paler fur on the back of her neck, and her muzzle was wet and dripping with milk. Harry nuzzled her and licked her over again. Her little tongue licked him back before she turned back to his chest and began chewing at his skin again.
He was about to nudge her away again, when what he saw finally clicked. He saw milk. On her muzzle. He looked down at himself again, and actually looked. He had nipples. Nipples! Which seemed to actually be secreting milk. Could he get any weirder! The feline part of him was content with the changes his magic seemed to have caused, happy now that he could provide for his young Kit. The very human part of him was very confused, and kept circling around the thought that girls had breasts, not men. Damn it! He already looked girly enough, with his slim and petite frame, and long hair, he didn't need breasts too! The feline part of him however, seemed to override the human, and he laid back down, purring, content to watch over his Kit as she fed.
Harry dozed for the rest of the day, keeping half an eye on his Kit. She fed every couple of hours, and when she wasn't feeding she was sleeping. Harry went and caught another rabbit halfway through the day, but besides that he moved little. He knew he needed to keep moving if he hoped to find help, so as dusk approached he went and caught some more food to keep him going while he travelled. After eating and cleaning himself up, he gently picked up his Kit in his jaws and started walking across the fields and through the woodland. As he walked, being careful to be gentle and not jolt the little one too much, he started thinking of names. His kit would need a name of course. Eventually he decided on one. It was perfect. It was a flower for his mother, and was a reminder of where he found her. He was going to name her Angelica. Angel for short. For the tree he found her in was surrounded by Angelica flowers.
He walked for several hours, stopping occasionally to let Angelica feed. He had come to enjoy the feeling of the little one suckling, knowing he was providing for his Kit. Although he realised that when we became human again it would be rather weird. He managed to fell a deer in a heavy woodland area at some point in the night. He spent an hour or two eating, letting Angel suckle, before deciding he needed to get moving again, to make good use of the cover of darkness while he could.
