Tinker's Kitting!
Tinker woke from her nap with a sudden tightness in her belly. The past couple days had been restless as though she knew something was coming. As the contraction rippled through her belly she now knew exactly what had been coming: the kits. Her housefolks had set her up inside a little pen, the sides were short enough for her to step out but it outlined her space. Inside the pen they'd made a plush little den with soft things. The den was dark and warm and smelled of her housefolks.
She breathed deeply as the contraction passed. Only a few heartbeats passed before another contraction gripped her, this one was significantly strong. She clenched her jaw against the pain. A few more contractions filtered in and then out again. Then one gripped her that felt like fire ripping through her. She tensed her body and pushed. A small, wet bundle slipped out into the blankets. She had a moment to breathe, taking in deep, panting breaths, she licked the kit clean. He was a large tom kit. She purred but it was cut off by another ripping contraction. She pushed and, easier than the first, another bundle slipped out onto the blankets. She took in a deep breath and looked down at her kits, purring. Her housefolks weren't home at the moment but she was so excited to share her joy with them. With each stroke of her tongue over the kits' drying fur, she thought of everybody she couldn't wait to introduce them to. Her housefolks would be overjoyed, Torro would be so good with them, Lyra would be so happy for her, and Ban! Oh, she was sure he'd be so happy.
Ban didn't even know yet that he was to be a father. She'd have to find a way around those rolling bars along the fence line now. Ban hadn't been by her garden since she'd found out she was pregnant and she hadn't been able to get out. Not for the first time, she began to worry that something may have happened to him. She didn't know what she'd do without Ban. She was excited to have kits because they were Ban's kits. Single motherhood wouldn't be difficult with her housefolks but she wanted Ban to be apart of her life and their kits' lives. He'd make a wonderful father, she just knew he would.
She looked down at the wriggling kits and sighed. The size difference between the two was noticeable. The tom reminded Tinker of Ban. He was big and, though his pelt was a cream color beneath his brown tabby stripes instead of Ban's dark brown, they were the same markings. The younger of the two was a little she-kit, not much more than half the size of her brother. She had Tinker's long fur and the unique look of Tinker's Snowshoe Siamese side with the varying shades of brown and the white socks. The only apparent characteristic of Ban was a brown tabby patch over one of her eyes. "Pebble," she suddenly mewed to the little she-kit. Well, she couldn't wait till she was able to take them out to meet Ban to give them names. Tinker shifted her gaze to the tom. "Rumble." She purred and curled her body around the two little kits. With a deep, content sigh, she closed her eyes and settled into a much-needed nap with her kits scooting close to her belly.
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