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Post by Picasso on Apr 23, 2013 16:27:17 GMT
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Four slow paws hurried through the sodden forest, panting heavily for breath. Pain consumed her body as she sluggishly continued. With blurry eyes, Nutmeg looked ahead. She was in agony as a contraction crippled her. Collapsing to the ground, the pregnant feline stared down at her swollen stomach. They weren't worth this. This should never have happened to her. As the contraction subsided, Nutmeg scrambled to her paws. It was too dangerous to give birth out in the open, so she scanned the surroundings, desperately hoping to find a cave, a den, anything. Her stomach rolled uneasily. It felt as though her monsters were clawing at the innards of her womb, trying to rip themselves out. Groaning, Nutmeg limped forward.
Every few minutes, the pain and weight of her stomach made Nutmeg's legs buckle from beneath her. After taking many deep breaths, she would heave herself to her paws and continue. She didn't know where Grizzly was. It felt like a lifetime ago when she had seduced him in the meadows. He had been confused, and it had been awkward and clumsy. A week later, Nutmeg had approached him and explained of the pregnancy. She was convinced Grizzly could see past her lies and demand to tell the truth, but he had believed it. He believed he was going to be a father and now it was too late to tell him the truth.
As Nutmeg stumbled along, she finally found a small burrow that could squeeze two cats in moderately comfortably. Gasping in relief, Nutmeg quickly settled in, lying on her side to relieve some of the pain. She soon began to hear the rain outside. Nutmeg had seen the dark clouds a few hours ago and had hoped she wouldn't be caught in the storm. Thank God for that. She was lulled by the crashing of raindrops above her burrow. The burrow was well protected, and only a few trickles of water managed to seep in.
Another contraction hit the tortoiseshell, and Nutmeg gritted her teeth. This was it. They were coming.
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Five kittens. Nutmeg dully stared down at the furballs, who were quickly suckling on her teat. Revolted, Nutmeg looked away. She already couldn't bear it. There was something wrong with her. The more she felt them against her body, the more she worried. There was not an ounce of love inside of her. I'm a monster, Nutmeg bitterly thought to herself. What kind of mother didn't love her children? Doll had been a great mother to her. She had instantly poured out all the love from her heart. And yet, now? She wanted to tear her kittens away from her, throw them out in the rain, and leave them to be eaten by wolves.
It frightened Nutmeg that she'd even considered the idea. Grizzly would be horrified, even if they weren't his own. Chewing her lip, Nutmeg gazed down at them again. They didn't look much like him. The two tabbies were probably most similar, but even then it was hard to see a likeness. Would Grizzly question it? Guilt ate away at Nutmeg as she stared outside at the pouring rain. Nutmeg didn't even bother to name them. Grizzly could do that if he wished. She wanted no part in this.
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Post by ( FATE ) on Apr 30, 2013 18:55:56 GMT
"Speech"
Dashing through the forest, was a huge fluff ball, who could focus on nothing more but to hurry. His heart was pounding from running so hastily. Stupidity must have taken over his brain when he left the cave to go hunting this morning. When he came back, Nutmeg was gone and he had nothing but her scent to follow. Then again, why would she go on a stroll at a time like this? It was an odd time for her to take up his suggestion to move dens. Frequently, he had mentioned that perhaps the kittens shouldn't be brought up in they dreary cave. Besides, Nutmeg really needed to stop dwelling there; she was already depressed enough. Slamming on his brakes, he stopped to sniff the ground. Nutmeg had been here. He was getting closer.
Picking his pace back up, he began wishing that the kittens hadn't been born yet and that if they had then that they were all healthy. Oh please god, no still borns. That would kill him, to see his child helpless and dead. It could happen though, Nutmeg wasn't the healthiest cat. The birth could go wrong. They could all die. No, no, no! he told himself. Unlike Nutmeg, Grizzly was so happy and excited about the birth of these kittens. He couldn't help but hope that having a family would finally make him feel complete. Make him not be so upset about his disability. Well, not that he hated it. But just that it, got in the way.
Now as to why Nutmeg was so depressed, he didn't know. Grizzly had finally decided that it had to be him. That she considered mating with him, a mistake. She didn't love him like that, he knew that. He still knows that. But he knew, that he loved her even if just as a friend and that these kittens, were his. That he'd love them forever. Family or not.
Slowing his pace, he sniffed the air and Nutmeg's scent was close. Excited, he began almost hopping to where she was. As he finally caught sight of her...he saw five lithe balls of fur wriggling around her. His heart leapt. "Oh, Nutmeg. They're beautiful." he cooed.
Grizzly was a dad. Well, sort of.
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Post by Picasso on May 1, 2013 17:12:47 GMT
Nutmeg didn't know how long she was staring down at her suckling kittens, emotionless, but before Nutmeg knew it, Grizzly had suddenly appeared in the den. Startled, Nutmeg stared at Grizzly, whose fur was drenched and dripping from the rain. It was almost laughable, apart from Nutmeg didn't feel like laughing. She sighed and returned her gaze to the five kittens. They were small, too small? Nutmeg couldn't tell. Resting her head on the hard-packed ground, she slowly closed her eyes, feeling too exhausted to say anything. The happiness in Grizzly's eyes was too much to bear. Not only were these kittens not his own, but he also loved them one hundred times more than Nutmeg. She didn't understand where it had all gone wrong.
When Grizzly didn't say anymore, she opened her eyes to watch him. She had no name ideas, but Nutmeg could guarantee that Grizzly had probably been thinking about them. Two males and three females. She blinked at them. She couldn't imagine them growing up and having their own lives. All she could see were suckling parasites. Their father was a stranger who she had enjoyed a quick fuck with. How had this happened? Nutmeg opened her mouth, almost ready to tell Grizzly everything. To explain the kits weren't his, but she was just so afraid. Perhaps she could lie? Tell him she was raped. She couldn't bear to see the anger on his face. But then again, Nutmeg knew if she spun him another web of lies, the guilt would never go away. He would pity her, and probably still be angry for being seduced. Instead, she said, "Name them. I know you're dying to." She shared a small, tired smile with him.
As Nutmeg stared out at the rain, she felt herself lulled. Perhaps being a mother wouldn't be so bad. As long as Grizzly was there to teach them the basics, Nutmeg could be there for providing the milk. Perhaps, once they were old enough to be weaned, she could be the one to leave the den and hunt for food. She could disappear hours on end, lost in her own thoughts. She warily glanced at Grizzly. She knew how much he loved his exploration. She couldn't take that from him again. But as Nutmeg stared at the kittens, she felt sick. How could they bring up five kittens alone? One was enough, let alone five. A morbid thought passed through her head.
I could kill some of them. Pass it off as an accident, or weakness. Grizzly wouldn't have to know.
With eyes wide, Nutmeg shook her head. She couldn't do that. Grizzly would be crestfallen. Nutmeg's stomach churned at the mere thought. What the hell was wrong with her? Sighing, she stared back at her friend, "What do you think of them?" She meant it to be a question, but it came out more as a challenge. Do they look like your children?
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