[ChillCat]

Originally Posted by Lionblaze2008

Max, a kittypet father, was protecting his 4 newborn kits under his belly. Their mother had told him to take them and run, because their twolegs were going to kill them if he didn't. Despite how much it hurt Max to leave his beloved mate Flower, he knew it was best for the 4, two day old kits. He was too soft to hunt or fight though. The poor kits were freezing and starving, and Max was too. He smelled cat scent, and not caring if they were friendly or not, he entered their territory. And there was cats all right. Lots of them. Max had a collar on, and so did the kits. The 4 kits had names, Max gave them those on the way here. They were all toms, and Max named them: Ben, Ash, Ace, and Peak. Ben is a ginger and white tabby like Max, Ash and Peak are grayish black like Flower, and Ace is pure white with black paws and a black tail tip. All 4 kits had blue eyes still. Max has brown eyes and Flower has green, so the kits should too. He found an old Monsters foot, under a tree, and placed each kit inside its protective inner section. Max slept in the open, in the open center of the foot. There was a berry bush right next to them, and Max knew the berries were safe to eat. They were Blueberries. His housefolk had given them to him before. Max plucked a few off the bush and smushed them up for the kits to eat. At first they wouldn't, but eventually their hunger took over and they ate them. Max ate too, then slowly the family of 5 drifted off to sleep. (Open for a kind shecat, preferably with milk, to become like a mother to these kits.)

(I'm sorry if someone already responded)

Hurricane had come to Fisher's point because her kits had been taken away. Two beautiful kits, gone. Just like that. Just because Hurricane had broken a rule didn't mean they had to be killed! It wasn't their fault! Hurricane's belly was getting sore. With no kits to drink any milk, if something didn't happen to change that she could get sick. Through the overwhelming scent of fish and other cats, she caught a faint scent. Kits? She followed the scent.
Hurricane came upon a father with 5 kits. 5! That was a lot. She poked him with a paw. "Hello?"