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ChillCat
Kiwi was walking around on this bright and sunny day. It was a cheerful setting, but she was anxious. Her belly wasn’t that big, she knew, but what if she couldn’t find a place for her kits? Having kits was a decision that she didn’t think too hard about when she should have. But even if she didn’t want the kits, she had them. It would be cruel to not care about them. All she prayed for was to find some sort of shelter. Twolegs were an option, but in this area, it wasn’t just as if they captured you. There were stories they did more. She would shiver at this thought. That was why most cats stayed away. It was hard in the wild, carrying kits alone. You had to hunt for yourself which was difficult with her weight, keep traveling, and if you ran into hostile cats, they may not take mercy. Down here, you lived alone. If you were caught on territory that isn’t yours, no one cared. Kit, mother, elder, it didn’t matter. Kiwi sighed and went on. She had been eating..
fruit twolegs called it.? For the past few days. She had tried hunting, but it seemed impossible. There was this shiny, red fruit that sometimes fell down from trees. If you bit into it, it was pale yellow. Didn’t taste good nor bad. Her head was positioned towards to ground, so she didn’t see when she encountered a she-cat who sounded like she was snarling. She looked up.
”Ah.. hi.!” In a more desperate tone, she begged,
“P-please, don’t hurt me- well, us. I’m carrying kits..” she was aware this probably wouldn’t help the situation, but she
had to try.