[wren]

The feline was surprised when she heard to replies almost backed up on each other. The kitten seemed all to excited to have heard her voice, perhaps that wasn't a good thing. Than another voice, it was tough and hardened. The toms voice. Frost followed her instincts of being a she cat and approched the meow of the kit. The jangling of her collar as she trotted forward gave away her position. Stupid bell. she thought with frustration. When she finally reached the clear the first thing she spotted a stone grey Tom and next a small muddy kit curled into the toms forepaws and pressed into his belly. Her ears angled at both of them. Neither looked like each other which lead her to believe the Tom wasn't his father. Nor did they look like they had any distant relations. She stiffened at the sight of the kitten and took a few pawsteps ahead. Almost ignoring the Tom completely. Than when she had finally clicked back into reality she looked back at the Tom. Eyebrows knit thoughtfully together. "The names frost" she meows. She hadn't seemed to really take her Attenion off the kit, only for a few split seconds to free the Tom a quizzical glare. "Are you the kits father?" she questioned. The kitten looked terrible. Muddy and it looked as if it had been abandon for at least a few hours. If this was father she had a few words she would like to express to him. When the kitten spoke again she quickly picked up on his name, her ears drooped and instantly her heart melted. The poor thing has no mother? What two faced Molly would do such a thing to such a Cute little kitten? she want quite sure what to do now. She came here just to inspect, not to get tangled up in this mess. But now she seemed drawn to the small kitten and the gentle Tom cat. She had never seen a. Tom so gentle with a kit that wasn't his own. She furrowed her eyebrows nervously. She wasn't exactly comfortable with the situation at paw.
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