" Artwork done by yours truly, Proquail. "
Silence overruled the mountainside, the only sound that rung in the feline's ears was the pitter patter of rain drops, racing each other down the steep route. She tucked her heavy belly deeper into the cave that inhabited the hillside. rumbles of stomach fluid signaled pain to her pelvis, and she let out a desperate cry for comfort. It was her first litter, and little did she know, it would be her last. Not to mention the fact that it may have helped if her mate had still stuck around. She was stuck birthing, and caring these kittens on her own.
The sudden rumble of thunder tuned in with the feline's contractions, each time pain coursed, the sky would sing. Before the next second could pass, a single kit had hit the cave floor. Not long after came the kit's cries for warmth and milk. She scanned the newborn's odd physical features, the only sure thing she could see was it was male. She dropped her head towards her thin parallel legs and thought for a moment. She had promised herself that if she were to ever birth a son, she'd name him after her long lost friend, Cajunn.
A crack of lightning hit, and the female's eyes turned pale. A sting of pain shot through her body like a bullet. Something had gone wrong, very wrong. She sat up, throwing the young kit off of herself, she was in panic mode. The sudden feeling of rocks settled in her throat, and she couldn't force any oxygen into her small lungs.
One last lighting bolt, and she hit the cave floor.
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