Marisa was surprised, no surprised was the wrong word. She was completely and totally, utterly shocked. Here she was in her own cosy little den and it was filled to the brim with teeny-tiny wee little kits. Never in her wildest dreams did she ever see herself with kits, let alone five of them. She was partly hoping this was a wild dream and that she would wake up in a minute or two and everything would be fine. She would be in her own cosy little den and it would not be filled with kits.
If she herself had not given birth to each and every single one and been there the whole time she would not believe they were hers. Even though they looked exactly like her, she simply could not fathom their existence. She surveyed each one of them. A little part of her, a very small part, thought them rather nice to look at. They all splendidly matched her own gorgeous markings. They were like her little mini-me's. It was then that she decided that maybe having a few kits wasn't all bad. They were almost like an accessory to her. Something just to have for the sake of having.
It was the thought of having to look after them that troubled her. She was completely in the dark about that one. Maybe they were hungry? She wasn't hungry. But maybe she should hunt for them? To be honest she was clueless.
She pushed past the little ones to the edge of the den and peered out. At a loss she screamed at the top of her lungs; "MUSEIKAI!!!" That fox better come running or there would be trouble. This was as much his fault as it was hers, if not more. Stupid charming, little annoying, son of a...
Maybe she shouldn't think like that around her kits. She wasn't sure if they could hear her thoughts...She was all so new at this mother-ing thing.
Ugh. Mother.
She cringed at the word.
