Post by Admin on Sept 28, 2009 15:30:44 GMT -5
Her small build was wieghed down. Her belly buldged and her kits, just a moon or less before delivery. She stood up tall. The pale gray she-cat was not weak and did not want to be portrayed as so. She wanted everyone to know she was a strong female even though she would have to be nested almost her whole life deliverying and raising kits to make the clan strong. However she knew the harsh times in which kits would be rejected. However fearing her first litter would be rejected she made previous plans with another cat...a large white tom who did not speak his name. He knew about the coven.....He told her that if her kits were rejected he would house them and make them strong. She sighed searching. Where was this so called Lachance?
