Part 1
Chapter 1: His Birth
Emmew frantically dug a hole in the ground, her white, orange and black tail swishing out words. "I'm going to have kittens soon, I need a warm place for them. Why did I leave my home? Why, why, why?"
The cat had appeared a few weeks ago. She was strange in so many ways the small calico cat could remember. She was floating in midair, she said strange words in a strange language, and she had bowed her heads to her– a sign of surrender. The most strangest of all was the white persian's tail; its slow swishing spelling out the words "I'm sorry".
Even more troubling was when, right before the cat left, her tail spelled out something different. Emmew didn't understand what it meant, she half didn't want to.
I am the Time.
Lost in her thoughts, Emmew didn't realize that she was leaning extremely far into the deep hole she was digging, so it was no surprise to the gray cat that was watching her when she fell in.
"Mrii!" Emmew yelled. Normally she could just jump right back out, but she had landed on her back paw, and it hurt a lot if she put too much weight on it.
"Mre!" A voice yelled out.
Hey!
Emmew looked up. The thin gray cat stared down at her. "Are you okay?"
"Yes, but I hurt my back paw, so I can't jump up."
Without saying another word, the cat reached down into the hole, and awkwardly grabbed Emmew's paws. After a few moments of scrambling, she got out.
The two cats stared at each other, each not knowing what to say.
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Emmew lay on her side, panting. Four healthy kittens, born just a few minutes ago, lay by her side, huddling together for warmth. It was still fall, but getting close to winter, and sometimes wind blew, making the cats in the old hollow tree shiver.
Mrorri, the cat who had helped Emmew out of the hole, waited for her to name the kittens. It was a tradition for the mother cat to name the kittens, no matter if the father disagreed or not.
Having thought of names, Emmew looked towards the first kitten, a white one with a few orange spots. He was a boy, so Emmew had decided on a masculine name.
"I will name you Mrerem."
Emmew turned to the second one, a female orange tabby who had inherited the looks of Emmew's first mate before she had ran away.
"I will name you Emree."
The third one had inherited Mrorri's looks; she was a gray tabby.
"I will name you Orrimi."
Emmew looked at the last one. She was frightened by him. He was a persian cat, and neither Mrorri, Emmew's first mate, or Emmew were persians. No one in Emmew's family was a persian. There was only one cat Emmew had seen who was a persian.
Emmew looked at the last one, a miniature version of the cat who had frightened her away from her old home, the cat who had called herself the Time. "I will name you Oemm."
Mrorri didn't really like any of Emmew's names for the kittens. They were hard to pronounce.