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Beautifulfur dragged herself to the nursery, her belly swollen with kits.
She'd received a lot of congratulations for her soon-to-be litter.
Kraftstar approached her, his deep blue eyes glinting with pride and possibly worry. He had become one broad-shouldered ever since he became leader.
The two cats rubbed muzzles. "How are you doing today, my sweetest?"
"I'm fine as always, my love."
"Please, do take care of yourself. You know how it bothers me when you romp around camp like that. I'm afraid it will affect the kits."
Beautifulfur purred with amusement, flicking her mate's ear with her tail, "Oh, my darling Kraftiestar-chan… I can't help it! I'm restless!"
"Look at you! You'll probably be kitting any time now. Most queens would've been confined to the nursery by now."
The white she-cat sighed. Kraftstar was right. Her awesome kawaiiness was not powerful enough to free her from the restrictive boundaries of a queen's life.
"Exactly. So please go stay in the nursery until our kits are born," Kraftstar gave her a lick on the cheek, "That is an order, by the way."
Beautifulfur trudged to the nursery. Settling in the comfy nest, she curled up.
She heard an angry hiss. Upon looking up, she saw a familiar looking Siamese she-cat, her long black tail lashing back and forth like a whip. A golden little crown rest upon her head, encrusted with shimmering red rubies. Of course, it was none other than Princesscrown, Beautifulfur's nemesis.
"Ah, so I see that you have finally been confined to the nursery," Princesscrown purred mockingly.
"Yea, so I have. What's it to ya?"
"You think I wouldn't notice, didn't you?"
Beautifulfur let out a snort and rolled her eyes. "Honestly, stop acting like that. I haven't the slightest clue as to what you're hinting at."
Princesscrown let out an angry low-throated growl, and puffed up her fur. "Stop playing dumb! I know exactly what you did at Cometmagic's warrior ceremony!"
At that moment, Beautifulfur's heart leapt into her throat. She quivered. Had Princesscrown figured out her secret?
"You think I'm stupid? You think I didn't notice what you did to MY mate and Cometmagic?"
"Wha-what are you talking about?"
"You filthy wanton! Just as I suspected! You got laid with four toms, when you already have a mate! And you did it with Redflight, whom, I recall, is MY mate!"
Princesscrown let out a smirk, before continuing with her rant. "Your cats will most likely have more than one father," she laughed cruelly; "I must say the whole Clan would be delighted to hear the news!"
Beautifulfur sprang to her paws. "Don't you dare, Princesscrown, DON'T YOU DARE!"
"Oh, but I will, you idiot. I will. But, as long as you keep your…. philandering tendencies away from Redflight, this will be a special little secret, just between you and me."
Leaning into Beautifulfur's ear, she whispered, "We certainly wouldn't want to spoil it for the kits, now would we? My kits will need some playmates after all."
Throwing her head back, she let out a mad cackle before waltzing out of the nursery.
As Beautifulfur carried the squirrel to the nursery, a spasm of pain rippled through her lower quarters. She dropped the squirrel and dragged herself to the bramble den as fast as her bloated pads could carry her.
Collapsing on the nearest nest, her mouth spewed out curse words loudly in the manner of a sailor as she started kitting. The commotion caught Colombiafoot's attention.
"Great StarClan!" he sputtered as he shifted from one paw to another, "St-stay right there! I'm going to get the medicine cats!"
As the brown tabby sped off, Beautifulfur screamed, "SOMEONE GET ME SOME ANTHESISA WHILE YOU'RE AT IT!"
Once the medicine cats arrived, everything else went smoothly.
"Three toms and two she-cats," Starwater purred.
"Thank StarClan that's over," Wintersnow said, "My ears are still ringing from her screaming."
"Zim zalaza bim!" Zombiepaw chanted, before she and the other medicine cats moonwalked out of the den while Michael Jackson's song Smooth Criminal played in the air momentarily.
"Weird..." Beautifulfur thought.
She looked at her new brood of kits.
One of them was the color of freshly squeezed orange juice. Another one was fluffy, white, and sparkled like Edward Cullen. The second youngest tom was also white, but he had large patches of dark red scattered all over his pelt. The youngest female was a striking jet-black color. The last kit was golden with black flecks.
"I will name this one Orangejuicekit, because she is the color of orange juice. Whatever that is," the rainbow eyed queen said, "The white, sparkly one will be called Sparklykit because he sparkles like a diamond. The red and white one will be called Patchkit because he has red patches of fur on his fur. This black one will be Jetkit, like the mineral jet, and the gold one will be Marblekit because that is self-explanatory."
Beautifulfur smiled at the fact that she had named her kits without anyone's help.
She was ready to face motherhood.
