FireKit woke in the nursery, wriggling in her nest of feathers. Her mother's soft, dark grey pelt rose and fell beside her, and Rosekit squealed as the little tortoiseshell tumbled off the fluffy moss. CinderHeart grumbled, then murmured words of comfort and nudged here back with one paw. DoveWing snored on the other side of the den, her belly huge with kits, and her mate BumbleStripe slept Далее to her. Sitting up, the tiny ginger she cat blinked open her eyes for the first time. Wow! She thought, the proportion of the nursery making her dizzy with it's size. It's huge! "RoseKit, RoseKit! Wake...
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