- Mouths to Feed // Open

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- Chimera // Loner, Prisoner of The Republic




Chimera glanced tiredly towards her three kittens who were suckling at her side, recently born and still damp. She blew out a small sigh and laid her head on her paws, resting her eyes for a few seconds and thinking some things over. Like if that tom would even care about the kittens now that she had had them, and what she would end up naming them. As much as she hadn't exactly enjoyed the pregnancy and the miserableness of it all.. She had, despite herself, though over some names for them. Like for the one that took more after herself in appearance. Nyra was a nice name. But as for the silver one that took after her dad and the other kit.. She was still thinking names over.




Word Count - 129
Comments - Ahh.. I completely forgot about Chimera's kits. They were do two days ago. xP Sorry guys, I've been fairly busy.

[Trick]

- NYRA , HALF-BLOOD PRINCE KIT OF REPUBLIC

Nyra emitted a low squeal in protest when she felt a furry paw push her away from her mother's warm belly. Fighting back against her hungry siblings, the calico she-cat squeezed her nose underneath another furry bundle and latched on once again. Her eyes were still tightly sealed shut, her fur slicked down and still kit soft. Her coat was already the bright colours of her mother though perhaps a bit more sparsely spread. She had no idea where she was, but she felt safe and warm, surrounded by comfort though there was a lingering sense of uncertainty and distance.
Still she felt comfortable, even if her surrounding scraps of fur were annoying. She wanted all of the warmth and milk to herself. What were they even doing here? She was obviously more important. She was young, but old enough to self-prioritize.