| Elizabeth, the non-committal cat |
It had been nearly a moon now, and life had been a living horrible-fest. She felt so much more sick and, if anything, bigger than usual. She had zero idea what in the world had been going on, but she was sick of it.
She growled to herself, what had been going on, she was starving as of late, almost as if. No, oh no no no, she was not expecting kits, was she? As if this moon couldn't be any worse, hopefully it was just one, weak kit she could leave behind, that'd be perfect.
All rps that happen before July 19th will be before the birth of the kits, if they end after that point, it'll still be from before the birth.