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Montag’s eyes widened, and he took a moment to process the statement—the cool, lilting voice that lived in his head—spurred him on, concocted barbarous schemes, mocked his counterparts behind his eyes.
The fawn coated tom’s expression went from distantly apathetic to immediately captivated, stepping forward, his unusual incisors glinting faintly. “Such an artistic skill...” he mused aloud, something like a smile crossing his features, “Sincerely interesting indeed. I can only wonder and dare I say fantasize how you might use it...”
Dionysus
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What a pleasing reaction. It was almost as if he could see the gears turning in Montag's head as the tom crept closer, contemplating all the possibilities this just revealed to him. Fascinating. Dionysus wasn't one to leave his audience wanting for more and so he continued, climbing to his paws and closing the gap between them.
Just a hair's breadth away now, Dion circled and used his tail to trail along Montag's flanks as he did so.
"Most for my own... entertainment, you know." he mused, "But I can tell you may have some ideas for more, ah- proactive applications, hm?"
Had she wanted to stick? Pit wasn't sure if she wanted the stick or something else, but the stick was the only thing he was in a position to give, so he pawed it over. The first kit came out, and he felt awful as Nala yowled. It was his fault, and he wished he could make her feel better, but he was fairly certain he couldn't. As the first two kits slid onto the moss, he looked at them, his eyes almost watering. They were perfect. Different, but perfect. He was content to let Nala do the naming. He didn't care so much what they were called, only that they were his and her kits.
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Tiny watched as the kits came. It looked very painful. It made her wonder very much if she ever wanted kits. Deciding to park that train of thought for a later date, she didn't have a mate or anything so why worry, she looked at the two, fluffy little balls. They were wet but fluffy, and looked about as cuddly as anything ever did, and she felt a bit of jealousy. They were Pit and Nala's, just like she was, except more so. Nala had given birth to them, they were actually related. And they were much smaller and cuter. She pushed it down, at least for the moment. @~dust~ @Peril
she smiled at him no then yowled agian as her next kit came a tomcat.
Another tomcat.
Deciding to let pit name it she licked his head then pushed him towards pit and said
Pit.... name your-our son...”
She barely had time to say the words as a she-cat a tiny mother shecat came.
She grinned breathing heavily.
All of her kits where here.
Two toms and two she-cats.
She had never felt so much love in her life.
Looking down at her last she-cat she said
My little rain. My gorgeous rain. You are rain my kit.
She licked all of her kits pushing them with her tail towards them.
@Paradise
@Moon Kit
@Peril
Honeybee cowered when she was approached by fennel, her eyes wide with fear. Why - why were there so many scary cats there? Backing up on shaking paws, her eyes flitting between the two cats, one noticeably more confident than the other. ¨I-I-Im sorry! I d-didnt mean it, I s-swear!¨ she squeaked out, her heart dropping as she watched the other cat scamper away. Did she really run into them that hard? Did...did she scare them?? Oh no, she didnt mean that! She didnt mean that at all!
Fennel snorted, “Come out Shark. This one won’t do any harm to you.” he mewed looking over the new car curiously. Cats annoyed him, but it seemed he’d get a new den mate. He didn’t exactly like it either but, Shark gets to make those kind of decisions. “My name is Fennel, the cat you bumped into is Shark. Who are you?” he asked tilting his head slightly. Aborted expression plastered on his maw as he looked apon what he believed to be a lower species.
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Honeybee cowered when she was approached by fennel, her eyes wide with fear. Why - why were there so many scary cats there? Backing up on shaking paws, her eyes flitting between the two cats, one noticeably more confident than the other. ¨I-I-Im sorry! I d-didnt mean it, I s-swear!¨ she squeaked out, her heart dropping as she watched the other cat scamper away. Did she really run into them that hard? Did...did she scare them?? Oh no, she didnt mean that! She didnt mean that at all!
Fennel snorted, “Come out Shark. This one won’t do any harm to you.” he mewed looking over the new car curiously. Cats annoyed him, but it seemed he’d get a new den mate. He didn’t exactly like it either but, Shark gets to make those kind of decisions. “My name is Fennel, the cat you bumped into is Shark. Who are you?” he asked tilting his head slightly. Aborted expression plastered on his maw as he looked apon what he believed to be a lower species.
Shark spots a small pebble that was laying around in his cabinet and throws it at the molly. He tried to stay invisible as he checked if the pebble hit her. The nervous tom giggled quietly. Shark went back to the corner of his cabinet and laid there silently until Fennel called him out. He slowly jumped out of his cabinet, his ears still flattened. The grey tom stayed a distance away from the stranger and avoided eye contact.
"That's what Death said too." Marigold growled, but seemed to know he wasn't going to hurt her. "What do you want?" She asked, shifting her weight to be more comfortable.
Leaf glanced around, then said, "I don't want anything. I only came this way when I heard the dogs." He looked over at Marigold, "What were you doing in there, anyway?"
she smiled at him no then yowled agian as her next kit came a tomcat.
Another tomcat.
Deciding to let pit name it she licked his head then pushed him towards pit and said
Pit.... name your-our son...”
She barely had time to say the words as a she-cat a tiny mother shecat came.
She grinned breathing heavily.
All of her kits where here.
Two toms and two she-cats.
She had never felt so much love in her life.
Looking down at her last she-cat she said
My little rain. My gorgeous rain. You are rain my kit.
She licked all of her kits pushing them with her tail towards them.
@Paradise
@Moon Kit
@Peril
HE was naming the son? Pit took a moment to comprehend that, and looked at the larger tomkit warmly. Licking him quickly, his already bushy fur made him think of a little monster. But not a bad kind. The big, amazing kind that protected the cats they cared about. The kind he wished he could be. You're going to be a fluffy little beast. he muttered happily, nosing the kit towards Nala. Beast. Beast was a good name, wasn't it? Your name can be Beast. he purred, before taking a quick step back. The last kit, Rain and then they were all in the world.
They're beautiful! he purred, his eyes looking and looking and LOOKING at his delightful family, Nala and the kits, and Tiny, as close as he had had to a kit for a long time. Do you need anything? he asked Nala, wanting to make sure she was alright. After all, the kitting looked tiring and painful, and he wanted to keep her healthy for the kits.
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The kits were cute, and Tiny loved them. They were small and fluffy and so innocent, and she wanted to make sure they had a good kithood, no evil parents to speak of. Unlike her. Still, she couldn't help wondering if Nala and Pit would like them more, precisely because they wouldn't have bad parents. They would be perfect kits, and they were related, and then what would Tiny be? That one that was small and less useful and would have the possibility to go a bit nuts because of her mother? She hoped not.
@Paradise @Moon Kit @Peril
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Fennel snorted, “Come out Shark. This one won’t do any harm to you.” he mewed looking over the new car curiously. Cats annoyed him, but it seemed he’d get a new den mate. He didn’t exactly like it either but, Shark gets to make those kind of decisions. “My name is Fennel, the cat you bumped into is Shark. Who are you?” he asked tilting his head slightly. Aborted expression plastered on his maw as he looked apon what he believed to be a lower species.
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Originally Posted by Bobby The Goose
Shark spots a small pebble that was laying around in his cabinet and throws it at the molly. He tried to stay invisible as he checked if the pebble hit her. The nervous tom giggled quietly. Shark went back to the corner of his cabinet and laid there silently until Fennel called him out. He slowly jumped out of his cabinet, his ears still flattened. The grey tom stayed a distance away from the stranger and avoided eye contact.
Honeybee felt her shoulders drop in relief, a small sigh escaping her as her eyes slowly focused again. So...she wasnt in trouble? Really? As the small she-cat began to steady her breathing and stop shaking as much, a yelp escaped her as she felt a small pebble lightly bounce off of her pelt, and she spun in a hurried circle to try and find the thrower. Her eyes flew wide yet again as she scurried around, her tail practically in-between her legs. After a few moments of panic the anxious she-cat slowly came to a halt, giving up on the brief search. Focusing her gaze on her paws, she carefully sat down ¨Er, my n-name? U-um... Its - Its H-honeybee¨ she mumbled, her voice soft.
Leaf glanced around, then said, "I don't want anything. I only came this way when I heard the dogs." He looked over at Marigold, "What were you doing in there, anyway?"
Marigold sighed. ¨When I was a kit, my mother abandoned me. I almost died when a weasel attacked me, but when I was about to be killed, Death ¨saved¨ me and I stupidly asked her if there was anything i could do to repay her.¨ Marigold sighed. ¨She said the day would come, and it did. She wanted me to check if the dogs in that building were still there, and obviously,¨ She gestured to her leg, ¨They were.¨
she smiled at him no then yowled agian as her next kit came a tomcat.
Another tomcat.
Deciding to let pit name it she licked his head then pushed him towards pit and said
Pit.... name your-our son...”
She barely had time to say the words as a she-cat a tiny mother shecat came.
She grinned breathing heavily.
All of her kits where here.
Two toms and two she-cats.
She had never felt so much love in her life.
Looking down at her last she-cat she said
My little rain. My gorgeous rain. You are rain my kit.
She licked all of her kits pushing them with her tail towards them.
@Paradise
@Moon Kit
@Peril
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Originally Posted by gs29513
HE was naming the son? Pit took a moment to comprehend that, and looked at the larger tomkit warmly. Licking him quickly, his already bushy fur made him think of a little monster. But not a bad kind. The big, amazing kind that protected the cats they cared about. The kind he wished he could be. You're going to be a fluffy little beast. he muttered happily, nosing the kit towards Nala. Beast. Beast was a good name, wasn't it? Your name can be Beast. he purred, before taking a quick step back. The last kit, Rain and then they were all in the world.
They're beautiful! he purred, his eyes looking and looking and LOOKING at his delightful family, Nala and the kits, and Tiny, as close as he had had to a kit for a long time. Do you need anything? he asked Nala, wanting to make sure she was alright. After all, the kitting looked tiring and painful, and he wanted to keep her healthy for the kits.
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The kits were cute, and Tiny loved them. They were small and fluffy and so innocent, and she wanted to make sure they had a good kithood, no evil parents to speak of. Unlike her. Still, she couldn't help wondering if Nala and Pit would like them more, precisely because they wouldn't have bad parents. They would be perfect kits, and they were related, and then what would Tiny be? That one that was small and less useful and would have the possibility to go a bit nuts because of her mother? She hoped not.
@Paradise @Moon Kit @Peril
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The little she-kit curled up into a tight ball and yawned. She was tired, so she thought about taking a nap. She yawned again and fell asleep.
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