Dawn approached quickly, much to Snowfrost's relief. Sleeping alone in an unfamiliar place even made living with Twolegs seem more inviting. It didn't help that she wasn't able to get much rest either, with no proper nest to sleep in and her kits kicking her belly all night long out of what she could only presume was anxiousness. Snowfrost was all but overjoyed to abandon her temporary den and finish her journey to Twolegplace. The sun shined down upon her back as she made her way towards the towering dens, warming her. It was a bit intimidating, knowing that one of the dens would be her new home. How would she know which to try and make her way into? Snowfrost caught the familiar scent of cat on the wind, what she could only assume to be the scent of kittypets. Perhaps trying a den which already housed a kittypet would be the most ideal place of living. After all, if a Twoleg was willing to keep one cat already, what's a couple more? Not to mention it would be nice to have a friend. The pregnant molly looked up at a fence post which seemed wide enough to hold her, even at her ever growing plump size. She crouched down and made a hesitant jump, landing on the post in a clumsy manner. From this height she was able to see into the windows of a few dens stretching up and down the row. In one window, just three dens down to the left, she spotted the silhouette of a cat sitting on an indoor ledge, basking in the sun's morning rays. Snowfrost walked across the fences to the yard that connected to that den and hopped down. She remained crouched in the grass, feeling cautious. She looked around for a moment before rising to her paws. She knew the only way she was going to get inside was to get the Twolegs attention. The lynx point molly began to meow, walking up to the door of the den and scratching on it with her claws. She made sure to make her cries sound pitiful and half starved-as a few of her friends from Oceanclan had taught her to do. Soon enough, her cries were answered. A tall Twoleg with long fur on top of its head peered down at Snowfrost from the doorway. She looked up at it with round, sad eyes. Snowfrost rolled onto her belly, revealing her pregnancy in hopes that the Twoleg would take pity on her. The tall creature let out an "aww" noise and bent down. Gently it reached for her belly, and though Snowfrost was nervous, she let it touch her there anyways. Its large paw felt strangely warm against her round belly, and her kits seemed to wiggle in response. The Twoleg reached down a second paw and scooped Snowfrost up, carrying her inside. It lumbered around deep inside of the den, carefully setting down the plump molly onto a weird, yet soft surface before walking away. The area Snowfrost was now laying on was a large, bush shaped thing which felt soft and cushy like a nest. Surprisingly, it was comfortable. Snowfrost found herself being able to easily relax. She rested her chin on her paws and closed her eyes, taking a short nap. When she woke up, a cat was sitting on the ground beneath the bush-nest thing, staring up at her.
"Hello," the cat greeted, jumping up to sit beside her new denmate. She gave Snowfrost a little sniff. "Did you enjoy your little nap?"
"Greetings." Snowfrost yawned, sprawling herself out to make herself and her kits more comfortable. "I did, actually. Thank you. I hope I'm not intruding."
The other cat purred. "Not at all! I can see you could use all the comfort you can get right now. There's plenty of room on the couch for both of us anyways." She laid down on the couch next to Snowfrost, cleaning one of her front paws.
"My name's Misty by the way. What's yours?"
"My name is Snowfrost. Though, I'm sure your Twoleg will call me by something else soon." Misty looked at Snowfrost oddly, most likely because of the unfamiliar vocabulary she was using.
"That's a strange name. Where'd you come from?"
"I come from Grassclan. It's a clan that claims the meadow as it's territory," Snowfrost answered simply. Misty bobbed her head, cleaning her chest fur.
"Ah, so that's why you smell like dew and wildflowers. That's pretty neat, that you're a wild cat. Or were. I'm sure you'll find being a house cat far more rewarding though."
"Oh yes, I'm sure I will," Snowfrost responded, her tone laced with sarcasm. She rolled her eyes. Misty didn't seem to notice or care, she was too busy grooming herself. Snowfrost took the opportunity to study her new kittypet companion while she was distracted. The she-cat was youthful looking; possibly around Snowfrost's age. Her fur was a silky medium length; a dark silver-grey color with faded black stripes swirling around her flanks and striking her forehead. A long, feathery tail completed her coat. Her eyes were round, tinted an odd greenish-blue color, bright and full of youth. Around her neck she wore a yellow collar with little bumble bees printed on it, and shiny metal tags hung from the ring attached to the front of it. Overall she looked well taken care of, and Snowfrost silently praised herself for choosing the perfect den to move into.
"Hey, I wouldn't get too comfortable if I were you," Misty deadpanned as she smoothed down the fur on her shoulder. Snowfrost twitched her whiskers.
"Why not?"
"I hear my housefolk setting up the cat carrier. Looks like you're taking a trip to the vet," the young she-cat replied, flicking and ear in the direction of a strange crackling noise. A moment passed and sure enough the Twoleg walked into the area, carrying a strange grey box. At the sight, Misty jumped off the couch and darted away to an unknown location. Snowfrost didn't know what was going on, or have the energy to run away. She allowed the Twoleg to pick her up with ease. It handled her delicately, placing her inside the box on top of a fluffy surface which she could only assume was some kind of super soft pelt that was used for bedding. Snowfrost snuggled into it, the fur pelt warming her belly and settling her restless unborn children. She looked out at the view beyond the bars of the cage with curiosity. Her heart dropped when she noticed she was being carried outside and towards a monster. Is the Twoleg going to feed me to it?! she screamed internationally, beginning to panic. The pregnant she-cat moved to the cage's back wall, cowering there. She began to wail, begging to be set free. I don't want this! I thought the Twoleg would take care of us!
The Twoleg opened up the monster's flank, placing Snowfrost's cage inside. She continued to wail, praying silently that Starclan would save her and her kits. The time she was kept in the cage inside the monster wasn't that long at all, and before she knew it the Twoleg was back to carry the cage again. It took her away, into a strange den. A powerful smell of fear smacked Snowfrost in the face as soon as they entered, almost choking her. Another assortment of scents mingled with it, that of cat and dog. Anxiety drove Snowfrost to fall silent; she didn't want to draw attention to herself. She parted her jaws, panting, trying to calm down. From the view of her cage she could see a couple of dogs laying on the floor beside their Twolegs. They whimpered, tails quivering with fear. A few cages also sat in the room with Twolegs, the scent of cat emanating from them. Time seemed to stand still. It was hard to tell how long the cage remained stationary before it was lifted again, carried into a strange area. Blinding white light filled the lynx point she-cat's vision, disorienting her as the cage was opened. She was dragged out by the long, lanky paws of her Twoleg, placed onto a cold metal surface. She trembled as she stared up at the face of a new Twoleg with loose white fur along its arms. Its paws were covered in a strange white film which made a snap sound when plucked at the edges by the Twoleg's dull claws. Snowfrost's eyes grew wide as she realized what kind of Twoleg it was. This was the Cutter. The strange creature wrapped Its paws around her, flipping her onto her back. It shined a light into her eyes then massaged her belly for a moment. Her kits kicked wildly in protest, trembling inside her.
"Don't hurt them!" She pleaded. The Cutter held something strange up to her for a few heartbeats then left for a while. Snowfrost was placed back in the cage soon after. When the Cutter returned she watched the two creatures communicate from the safety of her pelt lined cage, unable to calm herself. The Cutter placed something over a light on the wall which revealed an image of something that resembled bones on a blackish-blue background. It pointed to the image, and the more familiar Twoleg nodded, muttering something incomprehensible. Snowfrost wondered what was going on and let out a small sigh, resting her chin on her paws. Suddenly a realization occurred to her. Her kits had stopped moving. She began to panic again. Had all the jostling harmed her kits? The lynx point molly pressed her nose into her side, feeling for signs of life. Relief washed over her as she felt a tiny foot kick her flank. A sensation of lightheadedness overcame her and Snowfrost decided to try and sleep while she could.
When she woke up, she was back in the Twoleg's den. Her Twoleg released her from the cage, leaving her on the couch where it had originally found her before the whole "vet" ordeal. Not long after, Misty came bounding up to her.
"Hey there, Snowfrost! How'd it go?" she asked nonchalantly, jumping onto the arm of the couch to peer down at the older molly.
"It was terrifying!" Snowfrost shook out her pelt as if to rid herself of her fear. Misty chuckled.
"Yeah, the vet is a pretty scary thing to encounter. Did it poke you with anything sharp?"
Snowfrost shook her head, tucking her paws under herself with some difficulty.
"Huh. Lucky furball. Usually that's what happens when you go there. Maybe they didn't poke you because of your kittens. Either way, be glad that it's over. I'm going to let you rest. I'll show you around later when you're up for it." Misty jumped down from the couch, padding away to another part of the den. Now that she felt safe and comfortable, Snowfrost closed her eyes, falling back to sleep. She was woken up later on by her growling stomach. Nausea churned inside her, driving her to get up and look for food. She knew there'd be no way to hunt right now if she made it outside so she'd reluctantly have to choke down whatever pellets or slop that she would be fed. Snowfrost made her way to the floor, looking for the area where the Twoleg would feed them. As she searched, a tantilizing, meaty smell filled her nostrils. The scent made her mouth water and her stomach growl louder. Her kits kicked inside her as if begging their mother to find food. Not knowing her way around, she decided to find her silver furred denmate and ask for directions. A couple foxlengths away she found Misty batting at a fake mouse, tossing it into the air like a kit playing mossball. Snowfrost cleared her throat to catch the younger molly's attention.
"Do you know what that smell is?" she asked. Misty gave the air a sniff and licked her lips, beaming.
"Yeah, dinner!" She beckoned the lynx point molly with her tail, walking off into another area of the den. Snowfrost followed closely behind. This part of the den had a strange floor. Rather than fake grey grass, it was covered in a reflective surface which resembled a frozen pond. Misty walked easily across it as if it were nothing, and Snowfrost followed suit. She sat a few tail lengths away while Misty pestered the Twoleg, circling around Its legs, begging to be fed. The Twoleg turned, holding something out which held the source of the delicious prey smell. It trudged over to where Snowfrost sat, placing the food down. Whatever it was, it didn't look like any sort of prey the pregnant molly had seen before, but she didn't care. Without hesitation, Snowfrost dug into the food, despite the thick cloud of steam rising from the flesh. She trilled, delighted to find out that the food was in fact real fresh, hot meat. It wasn't half bad either, not comparable to rabbit of course, but it was far from disgusting. Misty padded over to join Snowfrost in the feast.
"How do you like it?" she asked.
"It's delicious. It tastes kind of like black bird." Snowfrost swallowed a large chunk, taking another bite. "What is it?"
"It's chicken," Misty replied. Snowfrost recalled the animal; it was a type of bird which grew as large as an apprentice, and as fat as a kittypet. She remembered seeing them regularly on the farm on Grassclan territory. The clan was forbidden from hunting them to deter the farmer from believing cats to be pests. Now that she knew what it tasted like, she thought about what a shame it was that her clan couldn't try it themselves. There was always an abundance of chickens on the farm even in Leafbare, enough to support the whole clan with plenty to spare. Snowfrost wondered if the farmer would really be able to notice if a few went missing. She made a mental note to tell the clan about this discovery if she were to ever return home. It didn't take long for the two she-cats to finish off their meaty feast. With bellies full, Misty showed Snowfrost one of the most comfortable places for lounging and invited her to lay awhile. Not wanting to turn away such a generous offer, she did. She groomed herself a while, glanced around at her surroundings after, then eventually began to doze off again.