[Madelaine]

A light ginger tabby queen sat in the shelter of a den, keeping safe. She wanted to be on the move, but her kits were holding her back. Why was she expecting kits? It wasn't something she wanted to do. Well at least not alone. These kits would remind her of him. She didn't need that. Princess let out a growl of discomfort at her own thoughts. The expecting queen was laid out on her side and was staring out of her den.

Princess heard the birds chirping and she began to think about food. That was when she decided to get up and get herself something to eat. She padded out of the den. She wasn't quite so big as she had been expecting for at least a week. It was a while before they were here. Princess may dislike them, but they were her's so of course she would keep them for now at least. Or perhaps she'll send them off to somebody else.

She smirked at that thought. It was perfect. Princess didn't mind going through the process of birth. She wanted her kits to see the world, but without her. The queen scented the air catching the scent of a mouse. She got into a nice hunters crouch and stalked forward. Once she got closer she pounced and killed it with a swift bite to the neck.