Yeah, I know that cats are only pregnant for like 2 months or something. But I wanted to skip ahead. So the kits are like 4 moons old now. Sorry for not updating, I've been kinda busy, and I totally forgot about the story. But, now that it's flooding outside, I decided that I might as well type up a chapter.
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Windsong's eyes reluctantly opened as she felt tiny claws sticking into her flank.
"Momma! I'm bored! Will you play with me?"
Windsong's eyes fully opened to see Frostkit, the eldest of her kits, standing on her flank. The white she-cat's littermates, Duskkit, Thornkit and Sparrowkit were asleep, their bodies pressed into their mother's warm fur.
"Not now, Frostkit. See if Stormkit can play."
Windsong stood up and stretched, careful not to disturb the three sleeping kits. She watched as Frostkit bounced over to pounce on a sleeping gray kit. His eyes flew open and soon the two were locked in a mock-tussle. Stormkit and Frostkit were close, as were their mothers. Stormkit's mother was Windsong's best friend, Sandflower's, kit.
Sandflower only had two kits, Stormkit and Brackenkit. Brackenkit was a brindled tabby, and he looked a lot like the rest of Windsong's kits. Sandflower, Darkfur and Windsong were the only queens in the nursery now, because Northpaw, Farpaw and Goldpaw had been apprenticed, along with Waterpaw, Pinepaw and Hawkpaw. So far Pinepaw was the only she-cat in warrior training.
Both Sandflower and Windsong looked up as they heard another cat enter the nursery. It was Windsong's mate, Lionclaw. He shook the rain off of his think coat, spraying water everywhere. He purred, clearly amused when Frostkit and Stormkit squealed in surprise.
"Daddy!" Frostkit squealed as she hopped forward to reprimand her father.
Since the nursery was so sheltered by thick layers of bracken and branches, the queens often forgot of the weather conditions. It was only when another cat came in, soaking wet in this case, that they knew.
Lionclaw dropped two mice by Sandflower and Dustheart, and carried two more over to Windsong.
"Ew! Lionclaw! You're soaking wet!" She complained as Lionclaw came to lay by her.
Lionclaw sighed and casually walked behind Windsong, and promptly shoved her into the puddle that he made from shaking off her coat.
Windsong let out a squeak of alarm, and she was suddenly aware of all of the cats staring at her. Her three other kits had been woken by the commotion and bounced forward to see their mother.
Dustheart walked forward to stand by Lionclaw. The two toms shared a glance and erupted into laughter.
"It's not really that funny!" Windsong meowed, tackling Dustheart.
The tabby tom yowled in surprise as he fell, educing another enormous laugh from Lionclaw. Dustheart stood up and whacked Lionclaw on the head with a sheathed paw.
Sandflower stood up and stood in between the two toms.
"That's quite enough. You can continue your fight outside if you wish."
Lionclaw and Dustheart looked from Sandflower, Windsong, the kits too each other.
"Wanna go hunting, Dustheart?"
"Sure."
Both toms trotted outside, leaving the she-cats alone with the kits.
"Toms…." Both she-cats said, exasperated, before collapsing into laughter.
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That's about it. I hope that I'll update sooner.