Literature
tribe kits
Song of pretty blue bird lay in her den, a pulse of agony shot through her. She bit hard on the stick put in front of her, The tribe healer, Minnow that swims quickly, pawed at her belly. The petite sandy tabby she-cat was helping her kit. "Almost there, Song. Keep pushing." Minnow said as she pat her belly again.
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"Ice, you can come in!" Song called to her mate at the entrance of the den, Cold rattling winter Ice. Ice trotted in the cave, exited to see his kits. "Wash your kits well, Ice, as the kit-naming ceremony begins soon." Minnow got out of the cave, and sat at it's entrance, facing the waterfall. Closing her eyes. She summoned to