The black tom ran through the trees. A beautiful silver she cat was beside him. The one he loved. He couldnt control his purring as they approached a antro, den that smelled of milk. When they entered tiny kits tackled him playfully. "Im dead!" the tom joked playfully and flopped on the ground as his kin squealed. The silver she cat began stroking his long silky pele, peles with her tongue. He looked up to see her beautiful face. It was sweet natured and light and feathery. Suddenly she looked away and looked back at him. Her face was now a reddish rust color. "Mother!" he exclaimed. He closed his eyes at...
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