Re: Scratch's and Rip's territory(Enter and be attacked)[Unless you're invited]
Pain. That was Itzels companion, for how long she didn't know. Her wounds had become infected, and she lay, rotting away in the stump. Scratch rarely came near, only feeding her. She hated him, and she wished she could do something, anything to him, but she couldn't. He would kill her. And as awful as her condition was, she didn't want to die. Not now.
She remained in a state of stupor, barely able to move, barely able to eat. What would happen when the kits came she didn't know, but she tried not to think about it. She hurt all the time, and while she was still fat with kits her bones were clearly visible beneath her threadbare pelt. And then they came. It was the middle of the night, and an even greater wave of agony than anything else she had been forced to endure shook her through.
With a yowl of anguish she clenched her teeth down, and her body convulsed violently. It was just as bad as she had remembered and dreaded, and she let another yowl of pain break the night silence. A small thing slid from her, and then another as she continued to scream in pain. Scratch would surely be awake now, but she didn't give a thought to him. There were four kits on the ground eventually, and she lay gasping for breath.
What she wanted to do was nothing. Leave them to die in their tiny sacs, not break them free or clean them or anything. Her sides heaved flatly up and down, and she did manage to clean the four of them, with no love, only a need to do it so she wasn't hurt by the tom who had fathered them. They were small and thin as well, almost as malnourished as she was, and she let her head flop to the ground. She didn't bother moving them towards her milk or naming them.
He had heard the first yowl, but didn't hurry over. He imagined it was the kits, and he was there to see the final one drop onto the ground. The lack of mothering from Itzel worried him, as did the frailty of his new apprentices. She at least didn't leave them to drown, but that was all she did. He would have to fix that. Not now though. Now he had to make good on a promise.
Shouldering and clawing an opening large enough for himself, he seized all four of the kits and carried them with a surprising amount of care, one by one to the nursery area. He then returned for Itzel. Hooking his claws into her shoulders with none of his earlier care, he dragged her out. She tried to resist, but he pried her mouth open quickly. Claws fished about for a second before they found her tongue.
In a moment her mouth was dripping blood, and the meat was flung away, as if useless, unimportant. It was now he supposed, as he fastened his teeth into her scruff and dragged her to the nursery area. Dropping her carelessly, he spat You will nurse the kits now. before going off to get her some prey. He supposed he would have to feed her a bit more now, if only enough to keep her alive and producing milk.
Wincing again and again in pain as she was dragged into the area she herself had prepared, Itzel lay motionless. Her mouth dripped blood and she didn't have the strength to pull the kits to her, at least for a moment. After a moment of Scratch's scorching gaze however, she pulled them to her belly and they began to nurse.
She could tell she didn't have much milk and the small, thin kits squirmed and squeaked, but eventually fell asleep. Hopefully their condition wouldn't anger Scratch, it wasn't her fault after all, but she had a feeling it would. Dabbing lightly with her paw into her mouth, trying to feel what had become of her tongue. Some of it was there, but not enough. She tried to speak, but her words came out garbled, nothing like she intended. Svy? Msi nogue! Svatch, ni crant palc! What possessed a cat to do such a thing?
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Last edited by gs29513; February 21st, 2021 at 05:27 PM.
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