#hickoryshade

Let’s get rich 

and build a house on a mountain

makin’ everybody look like ants

from way up there,

you and I, you and I

A brown and cream she-cat lay curled around two small bundles of mewling fur, the largest, a brown tabby mink tom, with a pure white paw, and a dark brown and cream she-kit with a white belly. The queen’s soothing purr echoed throughout the nursery, her rough tongue licking her son, her green eyes slitted as she eyes the entrance, trying to relax her shoulders, waiting for the father of her kits to come see them. 

Her waiting comes to an end when she sees a flash of a dark brown tabby pelt, and is met with the broad-shouldered tom pushing his way into the nursery, his ice-blue eyes narrowed in on the kits at her belly. 

“How many?” His deep voice meows, yanking his long fur out of the thorns and padding to stand over her. Hickoryshade rolled her eyes, removing her tail and watches the tom standing over her, not really loving him, but wanting to have kits of her own, and he wanted kits too, but no mate. A win-win situation for both of them. 

“There are two of them Hawkfrost. A she-kit and a tom. I haven’t named them yet. Their father should be here for that.” Her voice is rough and tired from the intense birthing, but she’s strong, which is one of the reasons why Hawkfrost chose her to bear his kits. 

Hawkfrost leaned down, eyeing the kits hungrily like he was about to devour them like a juicy fish. He flicked his tail towards the tom, a smirk forming on his lips. 

“I like Frostkit, after me,” he said smugly, sitting back up, staring at the mother of his kits, as if challenging her to disagree with him. He was surprised when she just nodded, casting her eyes to the other kit, a slow smile spreading across her face. 

“Tadpolekit for the she-kit. After your brother,” She said, her eyes gleaming, waiting for Hawkfrost to voice his displeasure in the name, but he just nods, eyeing the kit in question. 

“I like it. She looks like him. The shape of her face. Hopefully she’ll take after him in personality, also.” 

Hickoryshade was surprised at the softness in his tone, his eyes distant as if remembering a different time and place.