Bramby walked around the house, trying to find her house folk. Where could they be? She thought nervously. Bramby was a kittypet. A pretty lazy one, at that. Not fat though, she was actually a thin beautiful gray-brown tabby with dark brown stripes and bright green eyes. She relied on her twolegs very much.
Bramby ran out to the back and stood on the white picket fence, getting a good look around the neighborhood. Maybe they're on a walk. She thought, continuing to look around.
It was dark out. Silverpelt shined beautifully above her. Sunstripe taught her all about Starclan.
Suddenly, Bramby wobbled on the fence, her heavy weight bringing her over. She quickly jumped off before she fell. Then she shook, and went inside to continue the search.
No, Bramby wasn't fat. At least not usually, but right now, she was pregnant.
When Bramby entered the kitchen, her House-folk came running down the stairs. "Bye Bramby! We'll miss you! Were going on a vacation for one week, we will see you when we get back. Ok?" Now Bramby knew. They had been packing. Ah well, a week to herself could be nice. She saw her food was where she could reach it. Everything would be fine.
First I better take a small catnap before Sunstripe gets here. The kits are going to be born soon! He's going to be a great father. She thought. She looked out the window at the beautiful night sky. Sunstripe was coming at Moonhigh, in about an hour. She could fit a nap in for sure. With that, she felt little paws battling in her stomach. "Goodnight…" She whispered.
If only she knew what was happening right outside her window.